“Some of us been distinguishing ourselves?”
“Not specially. But your cousins are threatening a will contest.”
“If they want to pry me loose from this grisly mausoleum,” observed Jacob, with an illustrative wave of the hand around the gloomful drawing-room, “I’ll listen to terms.”
“Nothing of that sort. The house is yours as long as you fulfill the terms of your grandfather’s will.”
“Then what’s the contest to me? Let my amiable cousins choke themselves and each other with law—”
“It’s a question of your Great-Uncle Simeon’s estate. They want you as a witness.”
“For what?”
“To prove the old boy’s insanity.”
“Who says he was insane?”
“They do. Wasn’t he?”