He took a neatly folded paper from his breast pocket.
“The will,” he continued, “is that of the late Honora Cassidy, spinster.”
“Ah! Ah!” exclaimed Clancy, striking the table with his fist; “Now we’ll know the rights av it. Faith an’ I knew Honora had money.”
“So it’s Honora Cassidy that yez meant?” said O’Hara looking at Larry. Then he turned to Kerrigan. “Sure, I wur acquainted wid her in Skibereen whin I wur a young felly.”
“I am aware of the fact,” returned Kerrigan, dryly. “The document reads this way:
“I, Honora Cassidy, being in sound physical and mental health, do make this my last will and testament. Having remained a spinster up to this date and recognizing the emptiness and loneliness of such a state, I, in this instrument, do all in my power to prevent my half-brother’s child, Annie Clancy, from following my example.
“With this end in view I bequeath all my estate, both real and personal, with Charles Mason as Trustee, to the man who marries the said Annie Clancy, on the condition that the ceremony is performed within thirty (30) days after my decease.”
“Ha! An’ so yez knew av this, O’Hara!” exclaimed Clancy. “Yez knew av it an’ played me the darty trick till git yez money out av McGonagle!”
“A stroke av business, Clancy,” murmured O’Hara soothingly, “A mere stroke av business, sir.”
“But say, Kerrigan,” put in Larry, with great innocence, “if Annie hadn’t got married within the thirty days?—what then?”