"Very sad,
very sad."
Then he rose with the mental brushing-away of unshed tears of a man who
has never yet had time in life for idle lamentation. He turned towards
the tin box, jingling his keys in a most practical and business-like way.
"And I presume," he said, "that you have come to consult me about the
late Captain Agar's will?"
"Was there a will?" asked Mrs. Agar, with audible alarm. She had not
studied "Every Man his own Lawyer" quite in vain, although most of the
legal technicalities had conveyed nothing whatever to her mind. She did
not notice that her question regarding Mr. Glynde had never been
answered.
Mr. Rigg turned upon her beaming.
"I have no will," he answered. "I thought that perhaps you were aware of
the existence of one."
Mrs. Agar's face lighted up.
"No," she said, with ill-concealed delight; "I am certain there is no
will."
"Indeed! And why, my dear madam?"
"Well--oh, well, because Jem was just the sort of person to forget such
matters.
Pages:
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160