“I have a second letter from Mr. Wallingford. He has, he writes, been well received by my relatives, who had placed in his hands, for examination, a large quantity of papers that belonged to Colonel Willoughby.”
“If they contain any evidence in the right direction, he will be sure to find it,” said I.
“No doubt of that. But”—I thought her voice faltered a little—“the question is solved, and he may return.”
“Solved! How?” I asked quickly.
“I have found the will.”
“What?”
“I have found the will,” she repeated, in a steady tone, “and that solves the question.”
“Is it in your favor?” I asked, and then held my breath for a reply. It came in a firmly uttered—
“No.”
We looked steadily into each other's face for several moments.