"I suppose that all the railroad people and our ranch men have gathered around her, and she has dozens of volunteer advisers.
By God! I'll straighten her out when I meet her." The young Detroit lawyer met Ferris' agonized glances squarely, and his voice rang as coldly as the clang of steel when he quietly said, handing back the papers: "I must tell you, Mr.Ferris," he answered, with decision, "that I release you from any obligation to me for my services so far.

I shall decline to express any personal or professional opinion in this matter until I get further orders." Ferris sprang back like a tiger cat at bay.
"Orders! Orders from whom ?" he almost yelled.
"From my seniors at Detroit," quietly answered Jack, "or from Miss Alice Worthington.

I am surprised at the tone in which you refer to her! What are your claims upon her?
"Of course, as a brother professional, you know that your power of attorney from poor old Hugh ended with his appallingly sudden death.

That demise also vacates the letter of instructions given to you." "But I am the vice-president of the company," growled Ferris, scenting a possible enemy in the imperturbable young advocate.

"True, but you are not a judge on the bench.