"There is one other matter," Harding exclaimed. "If this will ever has to be used, we have no information what property you are leaving."
Dudgeon let go the handle and faced round.
"Young man," he said, "you've got a head on you. Just sit down and I'll tell you, and you can write them down."
Leaving the two together, Wallace went to the outer office.
"I am glad he's gone," Dudgeon remarked. "This don't concern him."
Then he reeled off a list of properties, securities, cash deposits, and other possessions, dazzling in their value and variety.
The name of a firm of lawyers in a southern city was added.
"That's the lot," he said unconcernedly. "I needn't tell you to see she has her rights. Give me your hand, my lad. I hope she shares it with you."
Without another word he was gone.
Harding was still running his eye over the list of properties Dudgeon had dictated when he heard Wallace call.