And then a great big iron door sunk in a brick vault was swung wide and certain leather-bound books were brought out--and particularly a sum of money which Harry duly handed over to Pawson the next time he drove to town--( twice a week now)--and which, when recounted, balanced to a cent the total of the bills which Pawson had paid three years before, with interest added, a list of which the attorney still kept in his private drawer with certain other valuable papers tied with red tape, marked "St.G.W.

T." And still later on--within a week--there had come the news of the final settlement of the long-disputed lawsuit with St.George as principal residuary legatee--and so our long-suffering hero was once more placed upon his financial legs: the only way he could have been placed upon them or would have been placed upon them--a fact very well known to every one who had tried to help him, his philosophy being that one dollar borrowed is two dollars owed--the difference being a man's self-respect.
And it is truly marvellous what this change in his fortunes accomplished.

His slack body rounded out; his sunken cheeks plumped up until every crease and crack were gone, his color regained its freshness, his eyes their brilliancy; his legs took on their old-time spring and lightness--and a wonderful pair of stand-bys, or stand-ups, or stand-arounds they were as legs go--that is legs of a man of fifty-five.
And they were never idle, these legs: there was no sitting cross-legged in a chair for St.George: he was not constructed along those lines.
Hardly a week had passed before he had them across Spitfire's mate; had ridden to hounds; danced a minuet with Harry and Kate; walked half-way to Kennedy Square and back--they thought he was going to walk all the way and headed him off just in time; and best of all--( and this is worthy of special mention)--had slipped them into the lower section of a suit of clothes--and these his own, although he had not yet paid for them--the colonel having liquidated their cost.

These trousers, it is just as well to state, had arrived months before from Poole, along with a suit of Rutter's and the colonel had forwarded a draft for the whole amount without examining the contents, until Alec had called his attention to the absurd width of the legs--and the ridiculous spread of the seat.

My Lord of Moorlands, after the scene in the Temple Mansion, dared not send them in to St.George, and they had accordingly lain ever since on top of his wardrobe with Alec as chief of the Moth Department.
St.George, on his arrival, found them folded carefully and placed on a chair--Todd chief valet.