"What then? It follows that Harry's money comes to me and my family, as the only surviving relatives. You've got money of his, the boy told me."
"Yes."
"About how much?"
"About three hundred dollars."
"So I thought. That money ought to be handed over to me."
"I don't see that, Mr. Fox."
"You don't see that?" interrogated Fox sharply. "Do you mean to keep it yourself?"
"Not for my own use; I am not that kind of a man, Mr. Fox. But I have no authority to hand the money over in the unceremonious way you expect."
"Why not? Isn't the boy dead?"
"I have no proof of it."