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. He decided that he could write a note and make it sound better -- oh yes! Must say good-by to Leda. So he buzzed the legal department and told him to dig his parents' authorizations out of the vault and send them to his office.
Instead of papers, Judge Bruder arrived. "Rudbek, what's this about your ordering certain papers from the vault?"
Thorby explained. "I want to see them."
"No one but officers of the company can order papers from the vault"
"What am I?"
"I'm afraid you are a young man with confused notions. In time, you will have authority. But at the moment you are a visitor, learning something about your parents' affairs."
Thorby swallowed it; it was true, no matter how it tasted. "I've been meaning to ask you about that. What's the progress in the court action to have my parents declared dead?"
"Are you trying to bury them?"
"Of course not. But it has to be done, or so Uncle Jack says. So where are we?"
Bruder sniffed. "Nowhere. Through your doing."
"What do you mean?"
"Young man, do you think that the officers of this company will initiate a process which would throw affairs of the firm into incredible confusion unless you take necessary steps to guard against it? Why, it may take years to settle the wills -- during which, business would come to a stop . . . simply because you neglected to sign a few simple instruments which I prepared weeks ago
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