"Ah," said Mr. Ball, "it is one of the gratifications of wealth that a man is able to follow his bent--whether it be travelling, collecting pictures, keeping horses, or what not." "Of course," echoed Mr. Tongs. "No, no, gentlemen," dissented "Cobbler" Horn, "I was thinking of the good I shall now be able to do. But let us get to business; for I should be sorry to waste your time." Both lawyers protested. Waste their time! They could not be better employed! "You are very kind, gentlemen." "Not at all," was the candid reply. "You have come into a very large fortune, Mr. Horn," continued Mr. Ball, as he began to untie a bundle of documents. "You are worth very many thousands; in fact you are almost a millionaire. I think I am right, Mr. Tongs?" "Yes," assented Mr. Tongs, "oh yes, certainly." "All the documents are here," resumed Mr. Ball, as he surveyed a sea of blue and white paper which covered the table; "and, with your permission, Mr. Horn, we will give you an account of their contents." The lawyer then proceeded to give his client a statement of the particulars of the fortune of which he had so unexpectedly become possessed. "We hope, Mr. Horn," he said, in conclusion, "that you may do us the honour to continue the confidence reposed in us by your late uncle." "I beg your pardon, sir?" said "Cobbler" Horn. "I ventured to hope that my partner and I might be so fortunate as to retain the management of your affairs. I believe you will find that since--" "Oh yes, of course," "Cobbler" Horn hastened to interpose. He had not dreamt of making any change. The lawyers bowed their thanks. "May we now ask," said Mr. Ball, "whether you have any special commands?" "I think there are one or two requests I should like to make. I have a sister, and I believe my uncle left another nephew." "A sad scrapegrace, my dear sir," interposed Mr. Ball, whose keen legal instinct gave him some scent of what was coming next. "Cobbler" Horn held up his hand. "Can you tell me, gentlemen, whether there are any other relatives of my uncle's who are still alive?" "We have every reason to believe that there are not." "Very well, then, I wish my uncle's property to be divided into three equal portions. One third I desire to have made over to my sister, and another to be reserved for my cousin. The remaining portion I will retain myself." "But, my dear sir," cried Mr. Ball, "the whole of the property is legally yours!" "True," was the quiet reply; "but the law cannot make that right which is essentially wrong, and my sister and cousin are as much entitled to my uncle's money as I am myself." Mr. Ball was dumfounded. "My dear sir," he gasped, "this is very strange!" But "Cobbler" Horn was firm. "You will find this scapegrace cousin of mine?" he asked.