“Violet La Verne?” queried Doctor Bogart.
“One of the King’s Castle damsels,” said Henry grimly. “You know her, Judge.”
“Why me?” asked Judge testily. “Everybody knows her.”
“So she staked Ben Todd,” muttered Henry.
“The will isn’t dated,” remarked the doctor.
“No, that is true, Doc—but, still, it is a will.”
“And Ben Todd was murdered,” pointed out Judge. “Just one more incentive for a Clarion editorial.”
“I read that last one,” said the doctor. “Something should be done to muzzle Mr. Pelly. We better get some help to move the body. You take charge of that will, Henry.”
“Probably worthless,” said Judge. “He had nothing to leave.”
“You forget his rich strike,” said Henry. “He may have plenty.”