"He thought I was extravagant and wild--wanted me to buckle down to
business more."

"What is your business?"

"I'm with a bond house--McCabe, Foster & Clinton."

"During the past few months have you had any difference of opinion with
your uncle?"

"That's my business," flared the witness. Then, just as swiftly as his
irritation had come it vanished. He remembered that his uncle's
passionate voice had risen high. No doubt people in the next
apartments had heard him. It would be better to make a frank
admission. "But I don't mind answering. I have."

"When?"

"The last time I went to his rooms--two days before his death."

Significant looks passed from one to another of the spectators.

"What was the subject of the quarrel?"

"I didn't say we had quarreled," was the sullen answer.

"Differed, then. My question was, what about?"

"I decline to say."