"I see. Why did he contest the place, my dear Reverend?"
"Why, I do not understand clearly, but such methods appear to be a recognized custom in those parts," countered the Elder evasively.
"But isn't it a fact that he tried to contest her out of the place, and if he had been successful, he would have had the place for nothing in so far as she was concerned?"
"It is quite likely." The Elder had nothing but evasive answers now. He tried counters no more.
"But he failed, it seems, to get the place through contest, regardless of the fact that your daughter was here in Chicago instead of being on her claim."
"It seems that way."
"And then, forsooth, it must have been your daughter's husband who was instrumental in saving the place for her?"
"Yes."
"And after this, your daughter sold the place to the man who had struggled to beat her out of it and failed through the instrumentalities of her husband, and without consulting her husband with regard to the bargain."
"I counciled her, my dear Bishop."