The lawyer smiled.
"I'm afraid there's some mistake, Mr. Potts. Your uncle left a will after all."
"I'M AFRAID THERE'S SOME MISTAKE, MR. POTTS."
Geordie's jaw dropped and so did Ware's. But Brose's fell as falls the barometer in the centre of a cyclone.
"And me—did he leave me nothin'?" roared Geordie.
"Oh, yes," said the solicitor. "Mr. Gray, will you kindly give me that cash-box you are carrying?"
And the agent handed him the cash-box. "He left you this," said the lawyer. "And in this sealed envelope is the key."
Geordie grabbed the box eagerly.
"It's heavy," he said, "it's tolerable heavy."