"There is no doubt about it. It excited a good deal of talk—your mother's will."
"Did she leave all her property to Mr. Kenyon, John?"
"So he says, and he shows a will that has been admitted to probate."
Oliver was silent for a moment. Then he spoke:
"If my mother chose to leave all to him, I have not a word to say. She had a right to do as she pleased."
"But it seems singular. She loved you as much as any mother loves her son; yet she disinherited you."
"I will not complain of anything she did, Mr. Bradford," said Oliver soberly.
"Suppose she didn't do it, Master Oliver?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Bradford?" asked the boy, fixing his eyes upon the gardener's face.
"I mean that there are some in the village who think there has been foul play—that the will is not genuine."