"Why," said Nan, smiling as if she couldn't ask anything better, "I found it, in a perfectly innocent looking envelope with some old deeds and mortgages."
"You haven't got it here, have you?" he pelted on. "You didn't bring it with you?"
His eyes interrogated her with his voice, and she shook her head, wondering at him.
"Nothing to you?" he asked sharply. "I'm the sole legatee?"
"Oh, I have the house, of course," said Nan, "the one here and the place at Wake Hill. She had those only for her lifetime, you know. Yes, you're the sole legatee."
"You haven't told anybody, have you?" he asked, in a despairing haste, as if he were seeking about for ways to suppress the document.
She broke into an amused giggle, the note he sometimes fancied she kept for him alone.
"Why, yes," she said, "of course I have. I telephoned Mr. Whitney, and he was in a great state over it. He came round, and I gave it to him."
"A lawyer!" said Raven, in disgust. "A damned accurate, precedent-preaching lawyer! Well, the fat's in the fire now. What did you have to be so confounded previous for?"
Nan was smiling at him as if she found herself wiser than he.