Stephen shrugged. "Probably in the incinerator."
"No, no; he wouldn't have done that!" Joseph said.
"Don't talk of him in that cruel way, Stephen! You know there was no one, not even me, he cared for as much as he cared for you!"
"Are you trying to say that I had reason to know there was a will in my favour?" demanded Stephen.
"You ought to have guessed as much, I should have thought," said Mottisfont spitefully. Joseph's been hinting at it ever since I came down here!"
At this attack, Joseph instantly ranged himself on the side of his nephew. "I don't wish to speak harshly at such a time, Edgar, but that is a - a monstrous suggestion! Stephen, did I ever, at any time, tell you anything about poor Nat's will?"
"No."
"Oh, I haven't known your family for all these years without learning that you always stick together!" Mottisfont said. "All I can say is that I for one got the impression that Stephen was Nat's heir, and I got it from the remarks you let fall, Joe!"
The Inspector, though not unappreciative of this interchange, intervened, saying apologetically: "I don't want to interfere with you gentlemen, but if there is a will I'd like to see it."
"There isn't one," Stephen said shortly.