The old man opened his mouth and stared. "What, t'owd man, missis?" he exclaimed. "Nay!--I seed him all right last night." "He's dead," repeated Jeckie, turning unconcernedly away. "Tell Mr. Albert he'd better come down." Albert came within an hour, and Lucilla with him, and the smart cob and smart dog-cart were housed in the dead man's stable. Presently, he himself was laid out in decency on his own bed, and all the blinds were drawn, and the shutters were up in the shop, and Albert and Lucilla, having found George's keys, began to go through his effects. But before they had fairly entered on this congenial task, interruption came in the shape of a Sicaster solicitor, Mr. Whitby, accompanied by a well-known Sicaster tradesman, Mr. Cransdale, who drove up in a cab, evidently in haste, and walked uninvited into the house, to find Albert and Lucilla busied at the dead man's desk. Whitby immediately pulled out some papers. "Good morning, Mr. Grice--good morning, Mrs. Grice," he said, with a certain amount of disapproval shown behind a surface pleasantness. "Busy, I see, already! I'm afraid I must ask you to hand those keys over to us, Mr. Grice, and to leave all my late client's effects to the care of Mr. Cransdale and myself--we're the executors and trustees of his will----" "What?" exclaimed Lucilla, whose tongue was always in advance of her husband's. "Then he made a will?" "Here's the will," answered Whitby, producing a document and folding it in such a fashion that only the last paragraph or two could be seen. "There is the late Mr. George Grice's signature; there are the signatures of the witnesses, and there--you may see that much--is the clause appointing Mr. Cransdale and myself executors and trustees. All in order, Mr. Grice!" "What's in the will?" demanded Lucilla. "All in good time, ma'am!" responded Whitby. "You'll hear everything after the funeral. In the meantime--those keys, if you please. Now," he continued, as Albert sullenly handed over the keys, "nothing whatever in this house will be touched--no papers, no effects, nothing! You understand, Mr. and Mrs. Grice? Mr. Cransdale and I are in full power. We shall arrange everything." "So you turn my husband out of his father's house!" exclaimed Lucilla indignantly. "That's what it comes to!" "I don't think he troubled his father's house very much of late," said Whitby dryly. "But I repeat--Mr. Cransdale and I are in full power. After the late Mr. Grice's funeral the will shall be read." Albert and Lucilla had to retire, and they spent the next three days in wondering what all this was about. Lucilla's father arrived from Nottingham on the evening before his brother's obsequies; he, too, was full of wonder. He was as busy a man as George had been in his palmiest days, and knew little of what had been going on at Savilestowe. And when his daughter told him the story of recent events he frowned heavily.