“I have called to see you in regard to the Alonzo Clark will,” said Mr. Spaythe.
She sank into a seat, but the cold, hard look never left her face. If she was at all startled she retained her self-possession wonderfully.
“Who was Alonzo Clark?” she asked, as if to gain time.
“Toby Clark’s father; your second-cousin.”
“What about his will?”
“Well, that’s my business.”
“Not entirely,” remarked the governor, calmly. “Your letters of administration require you to fulfill the terms of the will—or the property will be taken out of your hands by the court. Also you are personally responsible for any—shall we say ‘irregularities’?—you have committed.”
“Well?”
“You have not fulfilled the terms of the will,” said Mr. Spaythe sternly.