"I don't see why he should. Oh, I see what you mean. Sir Simon, the horrid old—Well, we'll say nothing about that. But he has left the money to Beryl, after disinheriting Bernard for keeping faith with my poor Alice."
"Not exactly that," said Durham, hesitating. "I can't tell you the contents of the will, Miss Plantagenet, as—"
"I know," she snapped. "You needn't tell me that. I'll come to the Hall and hear it read. But, of course, I know it already."
"In that case there's no more to be said," replied the solicitor, suppressing a smile. Miss Berengaria saw it.
"Ha!" said she, sharply and pondering. "So Bernard's not disinherited after all."
"I never said so."
"You smiled. That's quite enough for me. 'A nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse.' Not that I'm a horse or blind. Thank God I have my eyesight and can read print with glasses. Well, keep your professional secrets, but tell me this: Will Beryl—the deuce take him—hunt for Bernard?"
"Not if he thinks he is drowned, as is probable," said Durham, rather surprised at hearing strong language from the lips of the lady.
"And if he thinks otherwise?"