"Oh, no. I shall give you three months' wages, and you may consider yourself lucky that I give you any at all."
"I shall go to law."
Rupert shook his head reprovingly. "I shouldn't if I were you. Your dealings with that will won't bear looking into."
"I have done nothing wrong," said Mrs. Beatson, becoming tearful.
"Ah! your ideas of morality differ from mine. I am not going to argue the point," said Rupert, pointing to the door. "You can go now."
"I shall tell all I know about the will," threatened the woman desperately.
"As you please. But in two days the will goes to my lawyers, and if Mr. Mallien inherits, he will become the owner of this place. You have no hold over me there, Mrs. Beatson."
"I believe you murdered Mr. Leigh yourself."
"The wish is father to the thought," replied Hendle dryly.
"Well then, if you didn't, that horrid Mr. Carrington did."