Attorney at Law
A sudden intake of breath followed her discovery. Why did he want her?
“You know, or maybe you don’t know,” began the man, swinging back in his chair while Gloria gingerly sat on the edge of hers—“that your Aunt Lottie—she was your Aunt Lottie, Charlotte Macumber, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, sir,” gasped Gloria.
“Well, as I was saying, maybe you don’t know that I am one of the executors of her will.”
“I didn’t.”
“I thought maybe not.” He changed the position of his paper weight although there were no papers to be weighted. “Well,” he continued, “I am.” This was orated rather than said.
Gloria looked out of the window to hide an unbidden smile.
“And since your father is away—that’s right, I believe?”
“Yes, sir.”