"You have, of course, entire confidence in your son-in-law?" The question was a steady one, fully anticipating the answer that came at once:
"I'd thrust Tim wid me life. He is a good man, an' a kind man—an' he niver drinks."
"Then, Michael," said Mr. Cutting, gravely and after no slight pause, "the best will you can make is no will."
"How is that?"
"In the first place," Mr. Cutting explained, "if you make no will, it can't be broken." This was a bull that decidedly impressed the would-be client.
"That's thrue, sor," he replied, reflectively.
"In the second place," Mr. Cutting continued, "by leaving no will, those you love will, I believe, benefit by your estate precisely as you would wish them to. The law provides for just that."
O'Connor pondered long. At last he said:
"Well, Mr. Cuttin', sor, if all I need is the law, I'm sorry I bodthered you." I ducked into the recesses of my roll-top desk, whence, after an interval, during which I could almost hear Mr. Cutting restraining his laughter (as I was mine), he replied:
"No bother at all, Michael." Then he added, after a sigh, "I believe I have advised you for the best."