"Now what do you know about that?" remarked the vice president of Cuban Crucible to the senior partner of Edgerton & Edgerton. "I don't know anything about it!" answered the elegant Wilfred miserably. "I don't know the law of garbage, and there's no use pretending that I do. You'd better get a garbage lawyer." "I thought all lawyers were supposed to know the law!" sniffed Mrs. Pumpelly. "What's that you got in your hand?" "It's another summons, for keeping a bird," answered the attorney. "A bird? You don't suppose it's Moses?" she exclaimed indignantly. "The name of the bird isn't mentioned," said Wilfred. "But very likely it is Moses if Moses belongs to you." "But I've had Moses ever since I was a little girl!" she protested. "And no one ever complained of him before." "Beg pardon, madam," interposed Simmons, parting the Flemish arras, upon which was depicted the sinking of the Spanish Armada. "Officer Roony is back again with two more papers. 'E says it isn't necessary for him to see you again, as once is enough, but 'e was wondering whether being as it was rather chilly--" "Lead him to it!" hastily directed Pierpont, who was beginning to get a certain amount of enjoyment out of the situation. "But tell him he needn't call again." "Give 'em here!" snapped Mrs. Pumpelly, grasping the documents. "This is a little too much! 'Lulu' this time. Fictitious as usual. Who's Julius Aberthaw? He says I caused a certain rug to be shaken in such place and manner that certain particles of dust passed therefrom into the public street or highway, to wit, East Seventy-third Street, contrary to Section Two Hundred and Fifty-three of Article Twelve of Chapter Twenty of the Municipal Ordinances. Huh!" "What's the other one?" inquired her husband with a show of sympathy. "For violating Section Fifteen of Article Two of Chapter Twenty, in that on May 7, 1920, I permitted a certain unmuzzled dog, to wit, a Pekingese brown spaniel dog, to be on a public highway, to wit, East Seventy-third Street in the City of New York. But that was Randolph!" "Was Randolph muzzled?" inquired Mr. Edgerton maliciously. "Of course not! He only weighs two pounds and a quarter!" protested Mrs. Pumpelly. "He can bite all right, just the same!" interpolated Pierpont. "But what shall I do?" wailed Mrs. Pumpelly, now thoroughly upset. "Guess you'll have to take your medicine, same's other violators of the law," commented her husband. "I never heard of such ridiculous laws!" "Ignorance of the law excuses no one!" murmured Wilfred. "It don't excuse a lawyer!" she snorted. "I have an idea you don't know much more about the law--this kind of law, anyway--than I do. I bet it is against the law to go round a corner at more than four miles! Do you want to bet me?" "No, I don't!" snapped Edgerton. "What you want is a police-court lawyer--if you're goin' in for this sort of thing."