"Well," inquired Martyn, when Graham? had finished, "what is the situation now?"
"First of all," struck in Madge, "how about the will?"
"As regards the will, I do not hesitate to say that it is as sound and valid a declaration of the testator's wishes as has been admitted to probate--Mr. Hurley's testimony removes all doubt upon that point. A man has a right to do what he will with his own--and that is all Mr. Ossington has done."
"How does it effect our right of search?"
"That is another question. The will gives neither you nor any one else a title for the destruction of property. It simply conveys to the finder the possession of certain things which are not specifically mentioned. But it authorises no one to look for those things, still less to do damage while looking."
"Then is our search barred? Aren't we to look at all?"
"I don't say that. My advice is to put the legal aspect aside, and to regard the common-sense one only. The will says that certain things, when found, are to become the property of the finder, and this house with them. You have reason to believe that those things are concealed within this house. Then it is for you to consider whether it is worth your while to run the risk of becoming responsible for any damage you may do in case of your failure to find those things. My opinion is, that it is worth your while to run that risk--that it is worth any one's while to run that risk."
Madge stood up, with resolute lips, and sparkling eyes. She struck her hand upon the table.
"I'm sure it is! I know it is!"
Bruce Graham also rose.