“I don’t know,” I replied.
“You don’t know? But wasn’t the will read after the funeral?”
“Something was read. I don’t think it was a will; and the only thing given away was my ruby ring.”
“Just like Geoffrey,” exclaimed Captain Valentine. “Then I presume all the wealth of his miserly old life went to endow a hospital.”
“Even though you are a relation, you must not abuse Cousin Geoffrey,” I said. “His wealth has not gone to endow any hospital, but is waiting.”
“Waiting—for whom?”
“For the heir.”
Lady Ursula suddenly broke in. “The longer I know you, Rosamund,” she said, “the more mysterious you grow. Who in the world is the heir? Why is not the wealth divided? Is not that poor relation,” she pointed with a comical finger at Captain Valentine, “to share in any of the spoil?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “You had better go and ask Mr Gray; he will tell you everything.”