“No, I have no claims upon him.”
“That’s true, but you might take advantage of his being weak and old.”
“What do you take me for?” asked Paul indignantly.
Barclay laughed.
“I don’t take you for an angel, and a few thousands might be a temptation to you as well as the next man.”
“Do you think your father has as much money as that?”
“Why shouldn’t he? He has been always scrimping and saving and never spending.”
“Well, it’s nothing to me,” said Paul. “If you ask my opinion, I think he’ll never make a will, and whatever he has will go to his natural heir. I suppose that’s you.”
“Yes, it’s me. If I’m dead, I’ve got a wife and two children.”
They had reached Barclay Street, and the Astor House was close at hand.