"No!" exclaimed Mr. Layton, hotly. "I have heard more about that codicil than it is worth."
"I think myself that you made a slight mistake in drawing it up," said the lawyer; and out of the corner of his eye he watched the effect of his words upon Mr. Layton. "You did not expect that your son was going to take such a fancy to the boat and the ponies, and so you willed them to Bob. Now, I am going to tell you one thing before I leave: You know where that man is."
"What man do you mean?" stammered Mr. Layton.
"Captain Nellis," replied the lawyer.
"Why, do you think that man is alive? He is dead. His boat came in the next morning—"
"You may think so, but I don't," said Mr. Gibbons, who had of late changed his ideas on that subject. "Then think of the two worthless men you brought up to sign that codicil. When Captain Nellis made his will he got two of the best men in town to witness his signature, and men, too, that you could find every day in the week. Where are those men you got to sign for you?"
"Look here, Mr. Gibbons," began Mr. Layton.
"Just answer my question, please."
"They have gone to sea, I suppose. That's their way of making a living."
"Yes; and I suppose you had some hand in sending them there, too."