My client asked my how much was my fee and I modestly replied--as I never expected to see him again this side of the grave--that my charge would be one hundred and fifty dollars.

He nodded, and indicating his pocketbook, told me to help myself, which I did, regretting not having asked for more.

That night he died, and my impromptu will was forwarded to California and became the subject of a litigation lasting over eleven years and costing several hundred thousand dollars.
It thus happened that my eagerness to begin to build up my material fortunes, coupled with the necessity of having a technical connection with a regular firm of lawyers, resulted in my leading a sort of double legal existence.

In the morning I was a mere drudge or office devil, in the afternoon I was Counsellor Quibble, head of his own office and my own master.

Having now a capital of one hundred and fifty dollars I was in a position to put one of my schemes into practice, and accordingly I drew up with great care the following instrument, copies of which I had struck off by a theatrical job printer near by: ====================================================================== THIS AGREEMENT made this.