"He knew that our income was very limited," she went on comfortably. "He was so thoughtful. His purse," she sighed with feeling, "was always open."
Having delivered this eulogism of the dead, the lady folded her hands placidly, and with eyes cast down, but attentive, settled herself to await developments.
Frederik looked at her a moment, grinned to himself, then continued:
"For Mr. Batholommey:"
The clergyman nodded solemnly, but a pleased expression crept about the corners of his mouth and his face took on an extra look of smugness.
"Our reward is laid up for us," he murmured sententiously, "where we least expect it."
"Quite so——" said Frederik shortly. "And as the doctor isn't here—well, the next is you, Colonel. The others mentioned are people in his employ."
Colonel Lawton settled lower in his chair, until he might almost be said to be lying on his back. He crossed his legs luxuriously and took a cigar from his pocket, saying as he lighted it:
"He knew I did the best I could for him—the grand old man!" Then dropping the eulogistic tone for one of strict business:
"What'd he leave me?"