“Some one to see you, sir,” said the servant.
“Why, Richards, my dear old boy, who could have expected to see you? Nothing wrong, I hope?”
“No, everything right—more than right. Prepare to hear news that—”
He glanced at the captain.
“My friend Captain Moore. No secrets from him—knows everything.—Captain Moore, Mr. Richards, my family lawyer, and, bar yourself, the best fellow in existence.”
Richards bowed.
“Well, Jack’s come. Had terrible fighting. I hurried over to tell you.”
“But not for that alone?”
“Nay, friend. Now sit down, or catch hold of something. I’m going to startle you. Your old uncle is dead.”
“What, the man that disinherited me?”