tention anew on the
Will--"And the religious preliminary being quite unimportant, you shall
have it your own way. Apart from that, you've drawn it up quite
correctly, and in very good form. I suppose you understand that you have
in this Will left 'everything' to the named legatee, Mary Deane,
spinster, that is to say, excluding no item whatsoever? That she becomes
the possessor, in fact, of your whole estate?"

Helmsley bent his head in assent.

"That is what I wish, sir, and I hope I have made it clear."

"Yes, you have made it quite clear. There is no room for discussion on
any point. You wish us to witness your signature?"

"If you please, sir."

And he advanced to the bureau ready to sign. Mr. Owlett rang a bell
sharply twice. An angular man with a youngish face and a very elderly
manner answered the summons.

"My confidential clerk," said Owlett, briefly introducing him. "Here,
Prindle! I want you to be witness with me to this gentleman's Will."

Prindle bowed, and passed his hand across his mouth to hide a smile.
Prindle was secretly amused to think that a working man had anything to
leave worth the trouble of making a Will at all. Mr. Owlett dipped a pen
in ink, and handed it to his client. Whereat, Helmsley wrote his
signature in a clear, bold, unfaltering hand. Mr. Owlett appended his
own name, and then Prindle stepped up to sign. As he saw the signature
"David Helmsley," he paused and seemed astonished. Mr. Owlett gave a
short laugh.

"We know that name, don't we, Prindle?"

"Well, sir, I should say all the world knew it!" replied Prindle.

"All the world--yes!--all except our friend here," said Owlett, nodding
towards Helmsley. "You didn't know, my man, did you, that there was a
multi-millionaire existing of the same name as yourself?"

"No, sir, I did not!" answered Helmsley. "I hope he's made his Will!"

"I hope he has!" laughed the attorney. "There'll be a big haul for the
Crown if he hasn't!"

Prindle, meanwhile, was slowly writing "James George Prindle, Clerk to
the aforesaid Robert Owlett" underneath his legal employer's signature.

"I should suggest," said Mr. Owlett, addressing David, jocosely, "that
you go and make yourself known to the rich Mr. Helmsley as a namesake of
his!"

"Would you, sir? And why?"

"Well, he might be interested. Men as rich as he is always want a new
'sensation' to amuse them. And he might, for all you know, make you a
handsome present, or leave you a littl