Grey was sorely perplexed. He had no hint of what those instructions were. It was absolutely necessary he should find out. This was not a fitting place for a business chat. The idea of dining with anyone was intolerable. "I am very much obliged to you, and should be very pleased to dine with you, but I--I really cannot. I must keep as quiet as possible. You will excuse my not going; and, as a favour, tell me now what you have to say." "Certainly, certainly. Let me see--let me see. Of course, Mr. Grey, in a matter of this kind we must be business-like, and take into consideration facts we might otherwise leave out of sight." "Of course." What could be coming? This was a very grave prelude. "You are executor and trustee to the will?" "Yes." Grey started. "Sole executor and trustee." "Sole executor and trustee! Are you sure of that? Evans said you were one of the executors and trustees." "I am sole executor and trustee, I assure you." What had he said to Evans about the will? In his conscious moments he had no intention of saying anything to Evans about the will. The blows were coming too heavily and too quickly. His head--his head! "Strange! Evans ought to be more careful. He said he was not sure whether the others were living or not; but he mentioned the fact that it would be necessary to inquire and ascertain if they were living or dead." The attorney looked cautiously into the sarcophagus, as though he expected the bottom to disappear, disclosing the missing executors and trustees. Grey glanced at the other man in a bewildered way. The whole of his intellect must be going. Not only had he gone to Evans and given him important instructions about something or other, but, if he was to credit Evans and Barraclough, he had forgotten a feature in that will, and this very feature happened to be enough to destroy him instantly. Could it be, good Heavens, that there was a second name in the will, and he had forgotten it, and was roaming here about London instead of taking the precaution of blowing out his brains! He felt sick and faint. His head began to swim. What a blessed fate that of those men of Egypt who, three thousand years ago, had died, and been swathed up in bandages, enclosed in huge granite coffins, and buried in the inviolable silence and security of pyramids! Here was he, all naked and raw from crime, out in the rough winds, among the rough ways of unfeeling men; and add to all this his head--his head! "I am surprised at Evans," said Grey. "He ought to have known. He ought to have known better." "I should think he ought!" exclaimed the attorney warmly. "To fancy a man instructing another to move in an important matter of this kind, to write and say the consent of the trustees might be relied upon, and then to find out there was but one trustee! Evans must be going mad." "Yes; he or--I." "Nonsense," returned Barraclough. "There is no chance of your being wrong. Evans is either careless or mad."