"You used to have a good deal to do with my father's business during his lifetime, Mr. Gibbons?" began Bob.
"I had a great deal to do with it until he got that rascally brother-in-law of his to take my place," replied Mr. Gibbons.
"Do you call him rascally?" inquired Bob.
"Yes; and so would anybody else. You ought to be the heir to the property your father left, and I know it."
"Well, is he dead? That's what I want to know."
"I am sorry to say that there's no doubt about that," said Mr. Gibbons, gazing thoughtfully out of the window. "Everything goes to prove it. It was an awful stormy night on the bay, and the next morning in came his boat, half-filled with water. His hat was lying loose in the boat, and two or three days afterward his fish-pole was picked up. Oh, there's no doubt about his being dead."
"Did they find the body?"
"Why, no. It was probably swept out to sea."
"Is there any way in which I can contest the will?"
"Did you sign a paper?" asked the lawyer.