“Yes.”
“You each inherit a very large sum of money?”
“I suppose it is.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know.”
“But approximately how much? You must know that.”
“It is very difficult to say, till all the accounts are in and probate granted. My solicitor would be able to tell you better.”
Mr. Menticle half rose from his chair near the Coroner’s table, but Barrod signed to him to sit down.
“I am asking you, please, Mr. Fratten. Roughly, now; somewhere about a quarter of a million, eh?”
There was a gasp from the crowded court; it sounded a vast sum.