"Did he make one?"
"I think so. In one of his good humours he made a will leaving all his property to me. I believe the will was signed and witnessed at Monte Carlo. He told me about it, but I never saw it."
"Then how do you know it exists?"
"Edgar told me of it," repeated Mrs. Moxton. "It will no doubt be in his despatch-box, or in this room."
By this time the pair were again in the cheerful parlour, and her gaze was fixed upon a well-filled bookcase. "I should not wonder if it was hidden amongst the books," said Mrs. Moxton, pensively.
Ellis showed some amazement at this strange remark. "Why should he have put a valuable document amongst his books, Mrs. Moxton?"
The widow sat down and signed to Ellis to do likewise. "My dear doctor, do you know anything about drunken men?"
This was even a stranger remark than the former.
"I have come into contact with them," said Ellis, with a slight smile, "but what has that to do with this will?"
"More than you think," she retorted. "Edgar was never very sane at the best of times; but when drunk, as he often was, he took leave of his senses completely. Drunken men, as I daresay you know, have each their various idiosyncrasies which display the true animal within. Edgar's indwelling animal was a magpie."