“I suppose you’ll sign and cash that thousand dollar cheque now?” said Len slowly.
“If it suits me—yes. I have the right.”
Len studied the situation for a while. Then he said slowly:
“She’ll have to come back to have that will probated.”
“I don’t think so. She has been established here, and if it is impossible for her to be present—well, it is merely a matter of legal procedure. I don’t think the court will even raise a question.”
“Another friend of yours pulled out on the same train last night, didn’t he?”
“Who was that?”
“Pollock.”
“Did he? I didn’t know it. Why do you say he’s a friend of mine, Ayres?”
“I heard he was.”