"And I don't, but I think I can put you on the scent of a gentleman that will do for us. In High Street, about a dozen doors down on the left hand side from here, there's a brass plate with 'Mr. Lamb, Solicitor,' on it. Just step round, and ask Mr. Lamb if he'll be kind enough to come and see me on very particular business. While you're gone I'll say just three words to Reginald; I'll answer for it he'll not object." "You _are_ a practical woman, aunt," said Dick, putting on his hat. "Have you lived with us all these years without finding it out? Cut away, Dick." Away he went, and soon returned with Mr. Lamb, a very large gentleman with a very small practice; and being a gentleman with a very small practice he brought with him a capacious blue bag. "This is professional, Mr. Lamb," said Aunt Rob. "So I judge, madam, from your message," he answered, taking a seat, and pulling the strings of his blue bag with the air of a gentleman who could instantly produce any legal document she required. Aunt Rob then explained matters, and asked what Reginald's position was. "If there is no will, madam, he is heir at law," said Mr. Lamb. "Until a will is found can he enter into possession of the house?" "Undoubtedly." "And being too ill to leave his bed, can he appoint some one to act for him?" "He has an indisputable right to appoint any person he pleases." "Then please draw up at once a paper to that effect, in as few words as possible." "At once, madam!" exclaimed Mr. Lamb, with a professional objection to a course so prompt and straightforward. "At once," said Aunt Rob, with decision. "This is an unusual case. There is the house with no one to take care of it, and here is my son-in-law upstairs, unable to leave his bed. If you cannot do what you want I must consult----" "Madam," said Mr. Lamb, hastily, "there is no occasion for you to consult another solicitor. I will draw out such an authority as you require, and it can be stamped on Monday. Favour me with the name of the attorney." "The attorney?" she said, in a tone of inquiry. "The gentleman whom Mr. Reginald Boyd appoints to act for him?" "Oh, Mr. Dick Remington. My nephew." The solicitor, recognising that Aunt Rob was not a woman to be trifled with, even by a solicitor, accepted the situation with a good grace, and set to work. "I have spoken to Reginald, Dick," said Aunt Rob, "and he consented gladly. It is to be a matter of business, mind that. We can't have you wasting your time for nothing." In due time the solicitor announced that the document was ready, and read it out to them, not quite to Aunt Rob's satisfaction, who shook her head at the number of words, and was only reconciled when Dick said it was all right. "It is in proper form and order," said Mr. Lamb, "though shorter than it should be." "The shorter the better," said Aunt Rob. He smiled sadly. "There is another thing Mr. Reginald Boyd should do, madam. He should take out letters of administration."