"Did the relatives respect the old man's wish and have the body cremated?" Zena asked.
"No; he was buried in a cemetery at Kingston."
"Then they don't deserve to find the money, and I hope they won't."
"I do not like the relatives," I returned; "but in this matter there is something to be said for them. They have always been opposed to cremation, a fact which Mr. Ottershaw knew quite well, and, recognizing the contemptuous tone of the will, not unreasonably, I think, they decided that the wish was expressed only to annoy them, and that their uncle had no real desire to be cremated."
"One of your absurd questions," said Quarles.
"It seems to me I have never asked a more natural or a more sensible one," said Zena.
"I won't argue, my dear," Quarles returned. "I presume that paper you have there, Wigan, is a copy of the wording of the will?"
"Yes," and I handed it to him.
"Of course, you do not think Sims has any connection with this jewel robbery you have been engaged upon?"
"No; he would not be selling so valuable a stone for twenty pounds."