Even as his eye fell upon it Payson was conscious of its coarse vulgarity. And "Weng"! Whoever heard of such a name? He certainly had not,--hadn't even known that his father had a partner with such an absurd cognomen! "--& Weng!" There was something terribly plebeian about it. As well as about the obvious desire for symmetry which had led to the addition of that superfluous "N.Y." below the entirely adequate "N.Y. City." But, of course, he'd be glad to do anything his father requested in a letter. He forced the edge of the blade through the tough fiber of the envelope, drew forth the enclosed sheet and unfolded it. In the middle of the top was a replica of the wood cut upon the outside, only minus the "If not delivered in five days return to." Then Payson read in his father's customary bold scrawl the simple inscription, doomed to haunt him sleeping and waking for many moons:-- "In case of my sudden death I wish my executor to give twenty-five thousand dollars to my very dear friend Sadie Burch, of Hoboken, N.J. "PAYSON CLIFFORD." For a brief--very brief--moment, a mist gathered over the letter in the son's hand. "My dear friend Sadie Burch!" He choked back the exclamation of surprise that rose unconsciously to his lips and endeavored to suppress any facial evidence of his inner feelings. "Twenty-five thousand!" Then he held out the letter more or less casually to Tutt. "Wee-e-ll!" whistled the lawyer softly, with a quick glance from under his eyebrows. "Oh, it isn't the money!" remarked Payson in a sickly tone--although of course he was lying. It _was_ the money. The idea of surrendering nearly half his father's estate to a stranger staggered him; yet to his eternal credit, in that first instant of bewildered agony no thought of disregarding his father's wishes entered his mind. It was a hard wallop, but he'd got to stand it. "Oh, that's nothing!" remarked Tutt. "It's not binding. You don't need to pay any attention to it." "Do you really mean that that paper hasn't any legal effect?" exclaimed the boy with such a reaction of relief that for the moment the ethical aspect of the case was entirely obscured by the legal. "None whatever!" returned Tutt definitely. "But it's part of the will!" protested Payson. "It's in my father's own handwriting." "That doesn't make any difference," declared the lawyer. "Not being witnessed in the manner required by law it's not of the slightest significance." "Not even if it is put right in with the will?" "Not a particle." "But I've often heard of letters being put with wills." "No doubt. But I'll wager you never heard of any one of them being probated." Payson's legal experience in fact did not reach to this technical point.