"The will! What—the—the last will?—and the money's mine?"
"Indisputably."
Miriam was on her feet in an instant. Every vestige of colour had left her face. She looked at the Major and then at her husband, who, half-laughing and half-weeping, was scarce able to articulate. He called for air, and she ran to the window and opened it. Then he turned on Dundas almost savagely.
"Where—where did you find this?"
"I did not find it—Dicky did."
"Where?"
"Here, in your flat." He looked at Miriam as he said it, knowing well she could defend herself.
"Yes," she said, confronting her husband, "here in our flat. It was I who took the will!"