“Why can’t I? I can suspect anybody that can’t prove his innocence. And I’ve been thinking about Mr Barry myself. Isn’t he in love with the heiress?”
“What heiress?”
“Miss Lindsay—half heiress of Mr Gleason’s big fortune.”
“What if he is? I could name a dozen young men in love with Miss Lindsay. She’s a belle and has numberless admirers.”
“Yes, but Philip Barry’s a favored one, I’ve heard. Now, didn’t he know Miss Lindsay would inherit?”
“I don’t know whether he did or not.”
“You knew it—you drew up the will.”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell anybody?”
Lane stared at him. “I’m not in the habit of babbling about my clients’ affairs!” he said, coldly.