"Just what do you mean?"
"I mean that all was not smooth in the Arnold household; that nephew and uncle were cut too near together from the same block of granite to match; that they wrangled constantly and that one of their wrangles led to this very crisis of the will."
"A will?" echoed the district attorney.
"A will" (puff), smiled McCausland, relapsing into silence.
"Prof. Arnold left a will?" repeated the district attorney, slowly, but McCausland only nodded mysteriously and puffed.
"And—and disinherited the nephew?"
"Exactly—cut him down to $20,000."
"Where is this will?"
"This will was burned. It was the cause of the burning." McCausland had lowered his voice, if anything, but the district attorney stood up in horror.
"More wealth changed hands by the destruction of that document," continued the inspector, "than was converted into smoke and ashes by the fire."