"So I was told by Madame Lorraine—or, as I should perhaps say, Remond."
"Yes, she married that wretch some time ago, and they came on here after Lorraine's death, to look after his property."
"Yes," said Carmontelle, rather indifferently. He was not much interested in the dead man's property.
"Lorraine was immensely rich, you know," continued Frayser. "Madame thought she would step into the money without let or hinderance. She wanted to sell all the property in New Orleans and get away with the spoils."
"Yes," absently.
The little lawyer smiled.
"Monsieur, you don't look much interested," he said; "but listen: Monsieur Lorraine left a box of private papers in my safe when he first employed me as his lawyer, at the time of his marriage to the actress. When I examined these papers, after his death, I found that the greater part of his wealth did not belong to him, but was held in trust for another person."
"Another person!" Carmontelle echoed, brightening up with sudden curiosity.
"A little child," continued Frayser, his little black eyes twinkling with fun at Carmontelle's eagerness.
"Go on, go on."