"I'll get busy right away."
Foster hesitated, then volunteered another piece of information. "I don't suppose you know that your uncle sent for me next day and told me to draft a new will for him and get it ready for his signature."
"Did you do it?"
"Yes. I handed it to him the afternoon of the day he was killed. It was found unsigned among his papers after his death. The old will still stands."
"Leaving the property to James and Jack?"
"Yes."
"And the new will?"
"Except for some bequests and ten thousand for a fountain at the city park, the whole fortune was to go to Jack."
"So that if he had lived twenty-four hours longer James would have been disinherited."
Foster looked at him out of eyes that told nothing of what he was thinking. "That's the situation exactly."