“The will,” he presently resumed, “of my client, Miss Ellen Webster.”
He was rewarded by seeing a shock of surprise run through Martin’s frame.
“I don’t see how Miss Webster’s will can be any concern of mine,” Martin replied stiffly.
The attorney ignored the observation. Continuing with serenity, he observed:
“As I understand it, you and Miss Webster were not——” he coughed hesitatingly behind his hand.
“No, we weren’t,” cut in Martin. “She was a meddling, aggravating old harridan. I hated her, and I’m glad she’s gone.”
“That is an unfortunate sentiment,” remarked Mr. Benton, “unfortunate and disconcerting, because, you see, Miss Ellen Webster has left you all her property.”
“Me! Left me her property!”
The dynamic shock behind the words sent the man to his feet.
Mr. Benton nodded calmly.