My lawyer was still working despite the late hour. It was nice to see that grandpa had selected a hard-working lawyer; that inspired confidence. Considering grandpa had chosen him, I expected another old geezer, but he turned out to be middle-aged. Mister Hurston, his name was. There were no secretaries in the office, so, after the security guard recognized grandpa and let us in, nobody stopped us on the way to his office. We knocked and came into a busy office full of reams of documents, every inch of shelving occupied by folders and files, and some of them spreading to the floor.
Mister Hurston, who had been rummaging through some of the documents he had on the floor, looked up.
"Ah, Professor Bedwen. And that must be Miss Bedwen," he said, standing up and tending the hand.
They shook
