contents to say so without further delay.

"Oh, yes?"

Nothing should induce her to show such agitation as this woman did. She
managed to assume an air of polite interest and find a chair for
herself quite calmly. And yet she was conscious that her heart was
beating wildly beneath her bodice. But she would not betray herself, she
would not. And yet her stake was as great as any. Her whole future hung
on the contents of that paper Mr. Wynne was caressing with his long
fingers.

"Miss Marsh," questioned Mr. Wynne as soon as she was seated, "so far as
you know there is no other will?"

"How do you mean?"

"Miss Wickham didn't make a later one--without my assistance, I mean?
You know of nothing in the house, for instance?"

"Oh, no," said Nora positively. "Miss Wickham always said you had her
will. She was extremely methodical."

"I feel I ought to ask you," the solicitor went on with unwonted
gentleness, "because Miss Wickham consulted me a couple of years ago
about making a new will. She told me what she wanted to do, but gave me
no actual instructions to draw it. I thought perhaps she might have done
it herself."

"I heard nothing about it. I am sure that her only will is in your