"You are Quixotic, Mr. Roland. Though it is very good of you all the same. But before we talk about such things I should like to see your sister, if you don't mind." At this hint he moved to the door. As they went towards the hall he said:-- "I hope you are building no high hopes upon your interview with my sister. I know my sister, you understand; and though she is the best woman in the world, I fear that she attached so little importance to the bag that she has allowed its fate to escape her memory altogether." "One does allow unimportant matters to escape one's memory, doesn't one?" Her words were ambiguous. He wondered what she meant. It was she who started the conversation when they were in the cab. "Would it be very improper to ask what you think of the case so far as it has gone?" He was sensible that it would be most improper. But, then, there had been so much impropriety about his proceedings already that perhaps he felt that a little more or less did not matter. He answered as if he had followed the proceedings with unflagging attention. "I think your case is very strong." "Really? Without the bag?" It was a simple fact that he had but the vaguest notion of what had been stated upon the other side. Had he been called upon to give even a faint outline of what the case for the opposition really was he would have been unable to do so. But so trivial an accident did not prevent his expressing a confident opinion. "Certainly; as it stands." "But won't it look odd if I am unable to produce the will?" Mr. Roland pondered; or pretended to. "No doubt the introduction of the will would bring the matter to an immediate conclusion. But, as it is, your own statement is so clear that it seems to me to be incontrovertible." "Truly? And do your colleagues think so also?" He knew no more what his "colleagues" thought than the man in the moon. But that was of no consequence. "I think you may take it for granted that they are not all idiots. I believe, indeed, that it is generally admitted that in most juries there is a preponderance of common sense." She sighed, a little wistfully, as if the prospect presented by his words was not so alluring as she would have desired. She kept her eyes fixed on his face--a fact of which he was conscious. "Oh, I wish I could find the will!" While he was still echoing her wish with all his heart a strange thing happened.