asked

Limpet, looki

of wealthy families, tin boxes, lettered in white, lined the walls of every room. Envious neighbours said that Grigg started in the profess

y. The statement that Grigg kept his old hats in the one labelled 'His Grace the Duke of Cheshire,' and that Limpet junior used the one labelled 'The

in order not to forget it. He wore the same coat again when he went to Boulogne, about six months afterwards, and he found the letter when he wanted a bit of paper to write an I O U for ￡50 on, for a gentleman who had been good enough to play cards with him at the Establishment. He posted it

s are lettered, and this has a great effect upon clients. Faney a business so e

Grigg, look

ers Limpet. 'Tim

ys says mor

rk co

, if you pl

,' says

nother cler

please, and

,' says

clerk

ohn Sy

,' says

do their bidding, the partner

' says

ys Limpet. 'I thi

rom ten minutes to a quarter of an hour. Lawyers with such an

arranged. These are lettered A, B, C, D, E, and F Malice says they

Egerton case in,' says Gr

doctor, Mrs. Turvey and Topsy, and Mr. Symonds, w

visitors to the seats. Grigg bows to

says Grigg, 'e

r client, Mr. Gurth Egerton-our late client, I fear I should say. Before taking any steps, we have thought-Mr. Grigg and myself have thought-that it would be be

' said

e will. The will of the

e,' put

g suggests. It is better. It is a sad d

r. Grigg to see if any

ves,' mutt

that we can discuss this matter calmly, without yielding to that very

suggest

eft in our possession when the, I fear I must say deceased,

his health,'

las! his health was not benefited, for

deep blue sea,'

the deep blue sea. Of course, in cases of this sort there is

peak to that there point. There ain't any doubt about it at all. Them as goes to the

s not the point. You see-excuse the little humou

Grigg's laugh was exact

left on board; that he is not among the survivors, who can all be accounted for; and that, as a matter of fact, he is, as Mr. Grigg very sympathetically and, I may say, very poetically

t Mr. Egerto

er o' that name, and

, I believe, by a passing

' answered

ssenger known as Mr. Egerton was

rti

atisfactory?' said Limpet, turn

d the doctor

le executor of our-I fear I must say, in fact, I will say-our late client's will. H

Mr. Grig

dam, under the provisions of the will, you receive a legacy of five hundred

you also are interested in prov

a curtsey, and wondered whether she ought

ould be satisfactory, but for the extraord

g. 'You see, madam, yo

s. Turvey, risin

saw Mr. Egerton, not at the bottom of the deep blue sea, but at his own front door, whic

e and curtseyed

door, all white and looking dreadful. My niece see it first, and she screams and I comes up, and I shudders now

d' she was required to take was a powder or a sweetmeat, Topsy didn't know; b

doubt you; but the law will. Excuse me

n't do it,' said Mrs

a ghost. Little daughter-beg pardon, niece-saw a man. Bot

ock to the nervous system. I am sure she saw something. It couldn't have been a

ldn't have been. Sea don't give u

on her chair and whi

, child,'

whole truth, and nothing but the truth-so help-beg par

, very red and shamefaced, 'pe

impet, and Limpet

psy fell to G

culous-queer notion, eh

ible that the sea will give up

ble-queer notion. But it isn't the Judgment-

ho wondered if she had said something very

o was the man Mrs. Turvey and the chil

rnie n

t as I see,' exclaimed Mrs. Turvey emphatic

turned to M

nt and your address,

y address when ashore; but I ain't often there.

smiled cond

Mr. Symonds. The firm will see you compe

and all,' said Mr. Symonds; 'and goo

his hat in the nautical mann

u will remain in charge of the house no

ve company; and I never was afeard of human beings; bu

id Limpet. 'We will send to you ag

o. She curtseyed, and

. 'Day of Judgment-queer notion f

s the drawing up of an advertisement, to be inserted in the Times, requesting the present address of Mr. George Englehardt, the rescued pass

of the office, and, meeting Mrs. Turvey at the door, escorted her

h I had in my mind's eye, Horatio, when I

there hung a

oldest might we

ions made i

e was ha

igh Holborn, caused the passers-by to stare, and Mrs. Tur