"Certainly. Don't mind me," replied Ted, sinking back comfortably among the cushions.
As the major's eyes traveled over the documents they began to light up with a new intelligence. Then a look of pain followed, and the tears ran slowly down his cheeks.
Finally he turned to Ted:
"It is her will, and some history of her adventures in this country since she left home, and an account of the abuse and indignities heaped upon her by her husband, Mowbray, from whom she was divorced some months ago."
"Then Mowbray has no right to her property?"
"Not a penny's worth. I shall not bore you by reading all she says on the subject. She tells how he beat her after stealing from her all he could. Then she goes on to tell of his crimes."
"He is a bad egg, then," said Ted, as the major paused.
"You would scarcely believe how bad he was if I were to read the story of his career."
"I suppose he had been bothering her since in order to get more money from her."
"Yes, she says that he made her life miserable, and that he often threatened to kill her if she didn't give him all she had."