“Well, do you, as a reputable lawyer, admit that you overlook a palpable fraud like that?”
“I’m sorry you saw that, Mr. Courtenay. In explanation, I have nothing to say, but justice to myself compels me to remind you that I am in the confidence of the Stannard family, and this is their affair—not yours.”
“Whew!” Courtenay gave a short whistle. “I begin to see. They know it, and make no objection.”
“Y—yes.”
“Who knows it?”
“Barry Stannard.”
“And Mrs. Stannard?”
“I can’t say. She read the will, but made no comment.”
“You’re sure Barry knows?”
“I am.”