“How large a fortune will it be?” Bernard asked.
“Somewhere in the neighborhood of ten million dollars, I believe.”
“Well, well,” exclaimed Bernard pompously and set Landis to chuckling without sound. “That’s a large sum, Mr. Brent! Any large bequests to be deducted first?”
“There are several other bequests, most of them from two to five thousand dollars to servants and old employees. Mr. Harrison left three larger ones. He left a half-million-dollar life trust to be administered for the benefit of his brother, Joel, a hundred-thousand-dollar life trust for Miss Mount and fifty thousand dollars outright to myself. Graham and I are appointed executors and trustees. He also left Graham, here, ten thousand dollars cash.”
“Thanks,” said Bernard. “You have an excellent memory, Mr. Brent.”
“I hope so! I hope so! And now tell me, gentlemen, have you made any progress in discovering the murderer?”
“Well, Mr. Brent,” said Landis, “Mr. Harrison was murdered with an arrow. There’s nothing as yet to indicate an outside job. Few criminals know how to handle a bow.”
CHAPTER IV
SUSAN HAD HYSTERICS
Dead silence greeted this unenlightening statement. Brent’s face was a battleground of doubt and annoyance. Landis decided from the look in the elderly lawyer’s eye that he had gone far enough. He turned to Graham.