He rose from the chair.

"Then I need not trouble you any longer," he said in a firm tone, and
turned with real dignity to leave.

He was exceedingly astonished when with one swift movement Audrey rose, and
flashed like a missile to the door, and stood with her back to it. The fact
was that Audrey had just remembered her vow never again to be afraid of
anybody. When Miss Ingate with extraordinary agility also jumped up and
approached him, he apprehended, recalling rumours of Miss Ingate's advanced
feminism, that the fate of an anti-suffragette Cabinet Minister might be
awaiting him, and he prepared his defence.

"You mustn't go," said Miss Ingate.

"You are my solicitor, whatever mother may say, and you mustn't go," added
Audrey in a soft voice.

The man was entranced. It occurred to him that he would have a tale to tell
and to re-tell at his club for years, about "a certain fair client who
shall be nameless."

The next minute he had heard a somewhat romantic, if not hysterical,
version of the facts of the case, and he was perusing the original
documents. By chance he read first the letter about the Zacatecas shares.
That Mathew Moze had made a will without his aid was a shock; that Mathew
Moze had invested money without his advice was another shock quite as
severe. But he knew the status of the Great Mexican Oil Company, and his
countenance lighted as he realised the rich immensity of the business of