"I'm rather sorry for myself. However, what must be must be, so there's no more to be said. By the way, Dorinda told me that Leigh had made me his executor. I never knew that he had, until she told me."
"Leigh took your friendship for granted, it seems. Who inherits?"
"I don't know. His sole relative is a sea captain, somewhere in Australia. I have heard him speak of the young fellow--a cousin of sorts--as the last of the Leighs. There isn't much to leave in the way of property."
"So you are executor," murmured Carrington thoughtfully. "In that case, you will have the handling of the papers, and may be able to get possession of the will before the Inspector lays hands on it."
"What good will that do?" asked Hendle, irritably.
"You can suppress the will."
"I shouldn't think of doing such a thing."
"You'll lose all if the will proves to be genuine," Carrington warned him.
"Then I must lose all."
"That's quixotic."