“You fool,” he shouted, shaking his fist in Eaton’s face. “If you’re tellin’ the truth, what do you mean to do about my stock?”
Eaton was drawing on his gloves without haste. His face expressed the mildest surprise at Eichberg’s perturbation.
“My dear Mr. Eichberg, you were in such a rush to buy the Western’s collateral that I’m surprised that you should trouble me—a casual acquaintance—with such a question.”
“It’s a cheat; it’s a swindle! If there’s any law for this—”
He flung out of the office and tramped heavily to the front door, while the clerks, worn with the many agitations of the day, stared after him mutely.
“In the morning,” Eaton was saying to Copeland, “I’ll have fuller details of the decision, but there’s no doubt about it—we’ve won on every point. Allow me to congratulate you!”
Copeland half rose to take his proffered hand; then with a groan he sank back and buried his face in his hands.
CHAPTER XXII
NULL AND VOID
“Those documents have a familiar look,” remarked Thurston with a smile as Nan placed the packet of wills on the table beside him in the Farley parlor. “Mr. Farley was hard to please; I’ve learned a lot about will-writing just from studying the different schemes he proposed from time to time.”
Nan described the manner in which she had found the wills on the night of Farley’s death.