Joseph stood and stared.
‘To-morrow? Why, then, there’s no will at all?’
‘An admirable deduction. I congratulate you on your logic.’
Snowdon flung up his arms wildly, then began to leap about the room.
‘Try another glass,’ said Scawthorne. ‘There’s still a bottle in the cupboard; don’t be afraid.’
‘And you mean to tell me it’s all mine?’
‘The wine? You’re very welcome.’
‘Wine be damned! The money, my boy, the money! Scawthorne, I’m not a mean chap. As sure as you and me stand here, you shall have—you shall have a hundred pounds! I mean it; dash me, I mean it! You’ve been devilish useful to me; and what’s more I haven’t done with you yet. Do you twig, old boy?’
‘You mean that a confidential agent in England, unsuspected, may be needed?’
‘Shouldn’t wonder if I do.’