"You are!"
"I am; that is, when I say I am, of course I am going to do it in your name, for I am the next heir to you. That will bring things to a head, and we shall soon find out whether Checkynshaw is ready to stand trial or not."
"We have no money to go to law with," pleaded the poor woman.
"We don't want any, mother. I have looked into this business, and what I don't know about it isn't worth knowing. I know something about law, for I used to keep my eyes and ears open when I was in the law business."
Mr. Wittleworth had been an errand boy in Mr. Choate's office!
"I don't think you can go to law without money, Fitz. I have always heard it was very expensive," added Mrs. Wittleworth.
"All we want, mother, is a copy of my grandfather's will. We attach the block of stores, if necessary. Under the will it belongs to you, unless Checkynshaw can produce your sister's child."
"Suppose he should produce her?"
"That's the very thing he can't do. If he does, of course our case falls to the ground; but he can't."
"But if he does produce the child, where is the money to pay the expenses?"