``He had about eight thousand dollars in bank,''
said Frank. ``But most of it will go for the pressing
debts.''

``But how did HE expect to live?'' urged Mildred.

``Yes, there must have been SOMETHING,'' said her
mother.

``Of course, there's his share of the unsettled and
unfinished business of the firm,'' admitted Frank.

``How much will that be?'' persisted Mildred.

``I can't tell, offhand,'' said Frank, with virtuous
reproach. ``My mind's been on--other things.''

Henry Gower's widow was not without her share of
instinctive shrewdness. Neither had she, unobservant
though she was, been within sight of her son's
character for twenty-eight years without having
unconfessed, unformed misgivings concerning it.
``You mustn't bother about these things now, Frank
dear,'' said she. ``I'll get my brother to look into
it.''

``That won't be necessary,'' hastily said Frank. ``I
don't want any rival lawyer peeping into our firm's affairs.''