a rough draft of what I want done." He showed the paper. "All that I
require is that it be transposed into legal form."

Enright took the paper and read it carefully. The bulk of the
$1,000,000 Cavendish estate was willed to charitable organisations, and
a small allowance, a mere pittance, was provided for John Cavendish.
After a few inquiries the attorney said sharply: "You want this
transcribed immediately?"

Cavendish nodded.

"Since it can be made brief I may possibly be able to do it on the
girl's machine in the office. You do not mind waiting a moment?"

Cavendish shook his head, and rising, the attorney disappeared in the
direction of the office. Cavendish heaved a sigh of relief; now he was
free, absolutely free, to do as he chose. His disappearance would mean
nothing to his small circle of casual friends, and when he was settled
elsewhere he could notify the only two men who were concerned with his
whereabouts--his valet, Valois, and the agent handling the estate. He
thought of beginning a letter to John, but hesitated, and when Enright
returned he found him with pen in hand.

"A trifling task," the attorney smiled easily. "All ready for your
signature, too. You sign there, the second line. But wait--we must
have witnesses."

Simms, the butler, and the doorman were called in and wrote their names
to the document and then withdrew, after which Enright began folding it
carefully.