“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You were not cognizant that a few days before the deceased passed—shall we say, away”—he paused mournfully,—“that she made a new will and revoked the previous one?”
“No.”
“No one told you that?”
“No, sir.”
The lawyer straightened himself. Matters were becoming interesting.
“There was a second will,” he declared with deliberation. “It was drawn up one morning in your aunt’s room, with Miss Melvina Grey, Mr. Caleb Saunders, and the boy Tony as witnesses.”
Lucy waited breathlessly.
“This will,” went on Mr. Benton, “provides for quite a different disposition of the property. I must beg you to prepare yourself for a disappointment.”
The girl threw back her head.