Mother gasped, and sank back in her chair staring at him with eyes dark with dismay.
“However,” he hastened to add, “there were some lengths to which I did not feel justified in going—and there was a minister present.”
Mother drew a breath of relief.
“I am glad of that,” she said. “But why have you come to tell me all this, Mr. Chester?”
“I came to take you back with me for the reading of the will.”
“The will? Am I interested in that?”
“As her only living relative, you are deeply interested. Mrs. Nelson, you know, inherited a considerable property from her husband. I wanted to make certain you would be present when the will was opened.”
A vivid flush had crept into mother’s cheeks, and I confess that my own heart was beating wildly.
Perhaps—perhaps—perhaps—
“When is it to be?” asked mother, after a moment.