'Will he? Don't be too sure. There will always be a probability of other claimants. Opposition may come from a dozen quarters. How can we tell what connections such a man as he has been may not have formed during fifteen years?'
As he propounded this delightful proposition an extraordinary thing took place. Once more the sleeper awoke. He just opened his eyes and looked at us.
'Where's Foster?'
That gentleman swung round with comical rapidity. 'My lord, I am here.'
'About--what you were asking me. I've--never been married. Curse a wife, I've always said.'
'Is that so, my lord?' Then, in an aside to us,' You are all witnesses.'
'My brother's to have everything. Why the devil--hasn't he come--to see me?'
'I have.'
Reggie moved forward. Foster whispered to him as he drew back.
'Keep him engaged in conversation if you can. I'll draw up a short form embodying what he's said. I'll get him to sign it if it's to be done.'