"If that is the case, why, I ask, have we heard nothing of this before ?" "Because it was contained in an envelope, which I was requested not to open for six months after his decease.

The time having expired----" "May I ask what are the provisions of this pretended will ?" demanded Mrs.Preston, in visible excitement.
"Mrs.Preston," said the doctor, with dignity, "you appear to forget that you are addressing a gentleman.

I am above fabricating a will, as you seem to insinuate.

As to the provisions, it leaves five thousand dollars to the town for the establishment of a public library, and five thousand dollars to Andy Burke, besides the small house in which she used to live to the widow Burke." The worst had come.

In spite of her criminal act, she must lose the ten thousand dollars; and, worst of all, those whom she hated and despised were to profit by her loss.
"This is simply outrageous, Dr.Townley," she said.
"You are speaking of your husband's will, Mrs.Preston." "I don't believe he made it." "There can be no doubt of it.