He took a note out of his pocket-book. It was quite short.
“Nothing has happened to cause any alteration in my will. The reasons which made me set apart all moneys saved and accumulated for the heirs of Langley Holme still exist. I do not know who the heirs are.—A. C.”
“Is that the letter of a person of unsound mind?”
“I for one shall dispute the will,” said Sam, standing up and thrusting his hands in his pockets.
“Pardon me, sir, you have no locus standi.”
“I don’t care. It is an iniquitous will.”
“As you please, sir—as you please.”
“Will you tell us the amount of the money which will come to us?” said Fred.
“There was a sum of £90,000 invested in the Three per Cents. The half of that sum, or £45,000, will be divided among you three gentlemen as the grandson and the sons of Mr. Campaigne’s eldest son. The other half will be given to you, Mrs. Galley.”
“Humph!” said Sam. “But when I get the will set aside——”