"Sneak, indeed! Do I ever tell your secrets? Think what you did at Aunt Harriet's!"
Percy changed color.
"You've not breathed a word about that?"
"Of course I haven't, but I'm always terrified that she'll find out."
"It was a rocky little business. I say, Win, I was looking up wills in 'Every Man his Own Lawyer.' If Aunt Harriet died intestate all her estate would go to her next-of-kin, and that's Uncle Herbert Beach out in China. The mater wouldn't have a look-in, because her mother was only Aunt Harriet's half-sister. Uncle Herbert would just get the lot. She ought to make another will at once."
"Had you better tell, then?" faltered Winona.
"Tell? Certainly not! But you might very well suggest it to her. You've plenty of opportunities, as you're living there. Bring the conversation round to wills, and ask casually if she's made hers."
"Oh, I couldn't!"
"Yes, you could. You ought to do it, Winona. The mater stands to lose everything as it is. It would probably make Aunt Harriet look inside the drawer, and then she'd see her paper was gone."
"And suspect us!"