"Grab it all, old chap!" exclaimed George mockingly.
"It's like this," said Percy sharply. "I'm one of the trustees of the Yard estate, and Hunter is the other. I dare say you have heard the aunts mention Hunter; he's a partner in Martin and Cross, the family solicitors. I needn't go into the details of Mr. Yard's will, but of course you know Aunt Maria enjoyed only a life interest in her share. Aunt Sophy now inherits the lot, but she can't touch the capital, all of which comes to me at her death. That's the position."
"And here's mine! Oblige me by running your eye over this, my dear chap," invited George, producing his aunt's will.
Percy did so, frowning considerably, and when he had finished tried to mutter a few words of congratulation.
"Not so bad," chuckled George. "The whole place is mine, and everything in it. Aunt Sophy is now my tenant."
"There's no mention of the house," objected Percy.
"Read this—'all I die possessed of.' The property belonged to aunt; left her by my uncle."
"But she bought the ground and built the house," cried Percy.
"Out of income," said the triumphant George.
"I suppose you'll be sending this to Martin and Cross?"