"If I might advise you in the matter, Mr. Dockwrath," said Crabwitz, "I should stay away altogether."
"And why so?"
"Because that's not your market. This poor devil of a woman—for she is a poor devil of a woman—"
"She'll be poor enough before long."
"It can't be any gratification to you running her down."
"Ah, but the justice of the thing."
"Bother. You're talking now to a man of the world. Who can say what is the justice or the injustice of anything after twenty years of possession? I have no doubt the codicil did express the old man's wish,—even from your own story. But of course you are looking for your market. Now it seems to me that there's a thousand pounds in your way as clear as daylight."
"I don't see it myself, Mr. Cooke."
"No; but I do. The sort of thing is done every day. You have your father-in-law's office journal?"
"Safe enough."