“Just a moment, Kitty,” Craige held up a cautioning hand. “This house belonged to your aunt, did it not?”
“Yes. But I—” she hesitated. “I ran the house with the money I earned. I can still do that.”
“True, if the house is left to you.” Kitty stared at her godfather aghast. “Did your aunt leave her will in your care?”
“No.”
“Did she ever speak to you of a will?”
“No; she never mentioned the subject.”
Craige looked at her thoughtfully. “It may be that your aunt made no will,” he said finally. “I transacted such legal matters as she brought to me, but I never drew up a will.”
“But as Miss Baird is her aunt’s nearest living relative, would she not inherit her aunt’s property?” asked Rodgers.
“Possibly; but Ben Potter may claim his share of the estate,” the lawyer pointed out.
“Estate!” broke in Kitty with a nervous laugh. “Poor Aunt Susan had only this house and its dilapidated furniture. Ben is welcome to his share.”