"No," growled Frisco, "and you needn't Señor. It's a good will for you if it's true what Robin says."
"And what does Robin say?"
"That you are to marry Miss Bess."
"That is perfectly true," replied Herrick coolly, "but I do not see what she has to do with your business."
"You will soon Dr. Herrick. The money is left to her."
"What," cried Stephen loudly, "Carr has left his money to Bess?"
"You bet. Here's the will," and Frisco threw it across the table. "He said she was the only man amongst the lot of you. See how honest I am Herrick. I want to make you a rich man 'cause you stood by me in trouble I never forget a pal, not me."
Meantime Stephen and Jim were looking over the paper. "Why," cried Herrick bursting into a laugh, "it's not worth the paper it's written on. Here is the Colonel's signature, but there are no witnesses."
"Ah! you see that do you," said Frisco with a chuckle, "that's so. But I tell you that if my milksop had married the girl--my fool-son Robin I mean--there would have been witnesses, and the will would have been proved in law."
"I daresay," said Stephen who sat down again with a recovered colour, "well, even if this will had have been genuine I should not have minded. There is no one I would give the money to sooner than Dr. Herrick.