And me over there working thirteen and fourteen hours a day, and half the time stony-broke! There's a brother for you! Cain was a fool to him!" "But you must remember that after all you are going to reap the benefit of it now," Wrayson remarked.
"Ah! but am I ?" the young man exclaimed fiercely.

"That's what I want to know.

Look here! I've been through every letter and every scrap of paper I can find, I've been to the bank and to his few pals, and strike me dead if I can find where that five hundred pounds came from every three months! It was in gold always; he must have gone and changed it somewhere--five hundred golden sovereigns every three months, and I can't find where they came from!" "Have you been to a solicitor ?" Wrayson asked.
"Not yet," the young man answered.

"I don't see what good he'll be when I do.

Morris was always one of the close sort, and I can't fancy him spending much over lawyers." "What made you come to me ?" Wrayson inquired.
"Well, the caretaker at the flat told me that you and Morris used to speak now and then, and I'm trying every one.