hands."

"Then I think that we may take it that this----"

Mrs. Wickham's set face relaxed. The light of triumph was in her eyes.
She understood.

"When was that will made?" she asked eagerly.

"Eight or nine years ago. The exact date was March 4th, 1904."

The date settled it. Nora, too, realized that. She was left penniless.
What a refinement of cruelty to deceive--but she must not think of that
now. She would have all the rest of her life in which to think of it.
But here before that woman, whose searching glance was even now fastened
on her face to see how she was taking the blow, she would give no sign.

"When did you first come to Miss Wickham?" Mrs. Wickham's voice was
almost a caress.

"At the end of nineteen hundred and three." There was no trace of
emotion in that clear voice. After a moment Mr. Wynne spoke again.

"Shall _I_ read it, or would you just like to know the particulars? It
is very short."

"Oh, let us know just roughly." Mrs. Wickham was still eager.

"Well, Miss Wickham left one hundred pounds to the Society for the
Propagation of the Gospel, and one hundred pounds to the General