Cousin Cæsar was bewildered and astonished. He was a stranger in the city; he rubbed his hand across his forehead to collect his thoughts, and remembered No. 77 Strait street. “Yes I observed it--it is a law office,” he said mentally, “there is something in that number seventy-seven, I have never understood it before, since my dream on the steam carriage _seventy-seven_,” and cousin Cæsar directed his steps toward Strait street. “Important business, I suppose sir,” said Governor Mo-rock, as he read cousin Cæsar's anxious countenance. “Yes, somewhat so,” said cousin Cæsar, pointing to the notice in the paper, he continued: “I am a relative of Simon and have served him faithfully for two years, and they say he has willed his estate to a stranger.” “Is it p-o-s-s-i-b-l-e-,” said the Governor, affecting astonishment. “What would you advise me to do?” said cousin Cæsar imploringly. “Break the will--break the will, sir,” said the Governor emphatically. “Ah! that will take money,” said cousin Cæsar sadly. “Yes, yes, but it will bring money,” said the Governor, rubbing his hands together. “I s-u-p p-o-s-e we would be required to prove incapacity on the part of Simon,” said cousin Cæsar slowly. “Money will prove anything,” said the Governor decidedly. The Governor struck the right key, for cousin Cæsar was well schooled in treacherous humanity, and noted for seeing the bottom of things; but he did not see the bottom of the Governor's dark designs. “How much for this case?” said cousin Cæsar. “Oh! I am liberal--I am liberal,” said the Governor rubbing his hands and continuing, “can't tell exactly, owing to the trouble and cost of the things, as we go along. A million is the stake--well, let me see, this is no child's play. A man that has studied for long years--you can't expect him to be cheap--but as I am in the habit of working for nothing--if you will pay me one thousand dollars in advance, I will undertake the case, and then a few more thousands will round it up--can't say exactly, any more sir, than I am always liberal.” Cousin Cæsar had some pocket-money, furnished by young Simon, to pay expenses etc., amounting to a little more than one thousand dollars. His mind was bewildered with the number seventy-seven, and he paid over to the Governor one thousand dollars. After Governor Morock had the money safe in his pocket, he commenced a detail of the cost of the suit--among other items, was a large amount for witnesses. The Governor had the case--it was a big case--and the Governor has determined to make it pay him. Cousin Caeser reflected, and saw that he must have help, and as he left the office of Governor Morock, said mentally: “One of them d--n figure sevens I saw in my dream, would fall off the pin, and I fear, I have struck the wrong lead.”