"The lovers," she said, with a shrill laugh, and inviting us to enter. "So it is not to be Joseph after all, my dear Gertrude."
"It never was Joseph," replied her niece quietly. "Aunt Julia, I have asked Cyrus to come and see you about this threat you used to me."
"Threat!" Miss Destiny raised her eyebrows. "My dear child, I used no threat."
"You said that if Gertrude did not give you half of her fifty thousand pounds when found, that you would tell the police she had been to Mootley."
"Oh, I really didn't mean that, Mr. Vance," said Miss Destiny, cringing. "It was only a joke on my part."
"Then you don't accuse me of murder?" asked Gertrude, bluntly.
"No, dear. Certainly not."
"And you don't want half Gertrude's fortune?" I questioned.
Miss Destiny's eyes narrowed and she looked venomous. "I certainly should have half the money. Gabriel said that he would leave me a legacy, and he did not. Yet I slaved for many years looking after his house."
"You got board and lodging for your services," said Gertrude coldly.