Exasperated, inwardly raging, Mr. Marsh made a sign to Mr. Cooley to proceed with the reading. The lawyer thus urged, resumed. In a loud voice he repeated:
"I bequeath to my only brother——"
"That's not John Marsh's will!" cried Tod, again interrupting.
"Not the will!" exclaimed the cousins, aghast.
"Not my brother's will!" cried Jimmy, his face blanching.
"Not the will—what do you mean, sir?" roared Bascom Cooley.
"Just what I say!" replied Tod doggedly. "That scrap of yellow parchment is only good for the waste-paper basket. John Marsh was married, and has a daughter living. Before he died he made a new will, leaving every cent to her!"
CHAPTER VI.
"Hilda!" called out a voice in a shrill, angry key. "Hilda!"