"No!" he repeated. "We don't think you'll help us. You never
meant to help us. You've never thought of any one but yourself."

The face of the older man was filled with reproach.

"Jim!" he protested.

"Don't do that!" commanded the butler sharply. "I've told you
not to do that."

The Judge moved his head slowly in amazement. The tone of
reproach was still in his voice.

"I thought you could understand," he said. "It doesn't matter
about him. But you! You should have seen what I was doing!"

"I saw what you were doing," the butler replied. "Buying stocks,
buying a country place. You didn't wait for him to die. What
were we getting?"

With returning courage, Rainey nodded vigorously.

"That's right, all right," he protested. "What were we getting?"

"What were you getting?" demanded Gaylor, eagerly. "If you'd
only left him to me, till he signed the new will, you'd have had
everything. It only needs his signature."

"Yes," interrupted Garrett contemptuously; that's all it needs."