“Oh, it's that, is it; and you told them it was a mistake? Whom do you mean by—them?” he added sharply.
“Ben Wade, and my aunt.”
“So Ben's advising her.” Benson seemed to be making a mental note of this for subsequent reference.
“He's been going over the old accounts for her—yes.”
“And what do they find?” demanded Benson calmly.
The young fellow looked at him wretchedly.
“You can speak quite frankly to me, Stephen,” he said with dignity. “In almost fifty years of active practice this is not the first explanation that has been asked of me. I am not so sensitive as you appear to think.”
“My aunt was always under the impression, uncle Jake, that she sold you only a thousand acres of land.”
“I was not the purchaser. She'd better refresh her memory there. Stark bought the land, I merely acted for her in the matter.”
“She is sure Stark only paid for a thousand acres.”