“To whom was the property left?” Gibbs questioned.
“To your wife.” Benson suddenly handed back the paper the captain had given him. “Here, take this, I don't want it,” he said.
“How much did he leave?” inquired Gibbs, with illy-concealed eagerness.
“About fifteen thousand dollars.”
“You don't say! And it all goes to her?”
“Yes.”
Gibbs moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue.
“I didn't know the old fellow was so well off,” he said at last.
Benson shrugged his shoulders. The sordidness of the whole affair disgusted him.
“You don't ask any questions about her—I mean Mrs. Gibbs.”