CHAPTER THREE.
A MISSING INSCRIPTION.
A week later, Mr Pottinger, as he trotted into his office, found a letter and a telegram lying side by side on his desk.
He opened the telegram first and read-- "Bombay, January 17.

Consent.

Am starting, Oliphant." "That's all right," said the lawyer to himself.

"We shall have one competent executor, at any rate." He endorsed the telegram and proceeded to open the letter.

It too was a very brief communication.
"Sir, I beg to say I accept the duties of trustee and guardian conferred on me by the will of the late Roger Ingleton, Esquire.
"Yours, etcetera, "Frank Armstrong." "Humph!" growled the attorney.