"But I saw the lawyer in Lamy, day before yesterday——"
"He didn't know it, then."
"How does the will read, Ralph?"
"Everything was left to me, this place and all Uncle Jack's holdings in South African stock. Of course, you know, you've never come near him, Dick. If you had, the will might have read different."
"I don't care the fag-end of nothing about Uncle Jack's money; it was Uncle Jack himself I wanted to see. If this place is yours, Sercomb——" and Ferral broke off and started to get up.
"You and your friends are welcome to stay here all night," said Sercomb. "It's not much of a place, and I'm going to pack up the valuables, send them to Denver, and clear out."
"Going to keep up your racing?"
Sercomb smiled.
"Hardly; not with a mint of money like I've got now," he answered. "In a few months, I'm off for old England."
A brief silence followed, broken suddenly by Sercomb.