"Without doubt," replied Jaspar, coldly.
The attorney resumed his writing, and pronounced in an audible tone each sentence as he committed it to the paper.
"To my beloved brother—Jaspar Dumont—I give and bequeath the sum of fifty thousand dollars."
These words, as intended, again fired Jaspar's passions.
"Is there no remedy for this?" asked he, hastily.
"No legal remedy," replied Maxwell, indifferently, as he continued his task.
"Is there any, legal or illegal?"
"None that an honest man would be willing to resort to."
"That any man would resort to?" and Jaspar was not a little provoked at the attorney's moral inferences.
"I know of none."