Tod Macandrew was the happiest of men when he and Gerald left Mrs. Pelham Odin's flat on that night. It was all that Haskins could do to keep Tod from executing a war dance on the street. "Remember that you are a solicitor," warned Gerald, "surely you don't want to appear in the police court, otherwise than in a professional capacity." "I am also a lover," cried Tod fervently, "and I care nothing for the opinion of other people, legal, magisterial or otherwise." "Ass!" muttered his friend, and shook the arm he was holding. "Come out of your midsummer-night dream, and help me." "In what way?" asked Tod more soberly. "I wish to marry Mavis Durham." "Oh!" Tod became more sober than ever. "Haven't you forgotten her yet?" Gerald stopped in surprise. "Why in heaven's name should I forget her, you unsympathetic idiot? I love her----" "And I love Charity," interpolated Macandrew enthusiastically. "Then show a trifle of it," retorted Haskins, punning on the name, "by helping me, as I have helped you. If it had not been for me, Mr. Toddy, your future mother-in-law would not have consented to this marriage." Tod shook his friend's hand vigorously. "You're one of the best. Anything I can do--by the way, what am I to do?" "Forget Charity for ten minutes in the first place, and get into this approaching hansom in the second. I intend to drive you to my rooms." "What!" Tod pulled out his watch to read the time by the light of the street lamp under which they were standing. "It's past twelve." "James Ian Robert Roy Macandrew, are you or are you not my legal adviser?" "Of course I am, and--oh----" Tod broke off hastily. "I knew that I had something to tell you--about that will, you know." "Will! Then there is a will?" gasped Gerald, signaling to a hansom. "Yes. The will of Captain Julian Durham, who----" "Get in, get in," interrupted Haskins testily, as the cab drew up 'longside, "we have much to say to one another." Tod jumped into the cab, and shortly Gerald slipped in beside him, after giving his address. When the hansom was spinning along, Gerald turned on Tod sharply. "Why didn't you communicate with me about this will, when you knew how anxious I was?" "I only learned the truth yesterday," said Tod quickly; "and wrote a letter asking you to call. You should have received it this morning." "Well then I didn't." "It's that infernal office-boy. I'll sack him. Probably he has never posted it. Well then, I searched for wills in the name of Durham, made about the time you mention. There are plenty of people of that name, and I had to read through a lot of documents. Finally I found that Captain Julian Durham was your man." "How do you know?" "Because the property of Captain Julian Durham is left to his daughter, Mavis."