“I don’t think your swearing will do much good,” sneered Stephen Ray.
“Perhaps so, but one thing has not occurred to you.”
“A duplicate of the last will was placed in my hands. That will exists to-day!”
Stephen Ray started violently.
“I don’t believe it,” he said.
“Seeing is believing.”
“Then bring it here, and let me see it. However, there is one material circumstance that would make it of no value.”
“What is it?”
“My cousin Dudley is dead, and so is his son Ernest. There would be no one to profit by the production of the alleged will.”