It was the next morning, I think, that Mrs. Wiles entered the room in a state of high tension and handed me a letter. It came, she said, after Wiles had left for the Zoo, and would I do her the great favour of conveying it to him? But, first of all, would I read it and give my opinion as to whether or not it was a "have"? With these words she asked permission to sit down, and sank into a chair with her hand on her heart in something very like collapse. While Naomi fetched a restorative I opened the letter and read as follows: "MR. MORDECAI WILES. "DEAR SIR,--It is our pleasure to inform you that in accordance with the terms of the will of the late Samuel Wiles of 18 Bonchurch Road, Melbourne, of which we enclose a copy, you are sole heir to his property. To what this amounts we cannot at present state, but not less than £50,000. We beg to enclose a cheque for £500 to meet any emergencies that may occur, and await your instructions as to our future action.--We are, yours obediently, "MORGAN & RICE" Who was this Mr. Wiles, I asked. Mrs. Wiles said that he was an uncle of her husband's, as indeed I instinctively knew, for is not Australia peopled by uncles who do this kind of thing? "Do you know how much it is?" I asked her. "It's two thousand a year, without touching the capital at all. What are you going to do?" "I don't know," she said. "Ask Wiles. It frightens me. We were so happy, too." "But you needn't be any less happy," said Naomi. "I don't know. It frightens me," the poor thing repeated. "It's too late. Wiles will get so fat." "Oh no," said Naomi, "we must see to that. We must keep him busy." "It isn't as if we had children," said Mrs. Wiles. "Then it might be a good thing. But we're all alone. We've never spent so much as two pounds a week in our lives. And the little nest-egg we'd been saving all these years--to buy a house with--it makes that look so foolish!" The good creature was actually in tears. "But perhaps it's all a mistake," she added more brightly. "I don't think so," I said. "This cheque is too real for that, and the copy of the will, too. Your husband's name is Mordecai, isn't it?" "I'm afraid so," she said.