He
left the pile to support the movement those people are running for
getting the Jews back to Palestine.
'He didn't seem, on second thoughts, to feel that this was quite
such a brainy scheme as he had at first, and it wasn't long before
he came trotting back to tear up this second will and switch back
to the first one--the one leaving the money to the niece. That
restoration to sanity lasted till about a month ago, when he broke
loose once more and paid his final visit here to will you the
contents of his stocking. This morning I see he's dead after a
short illness, so you collect. Congratulations!'
Lord Dawlish had listened to this speech in perfect silence. He now
rose and began to pace the room. He looked warm and uncomfortable.
His demeanour, in fact, was by no means the accepted demeanour of
the lucky heir.
'This is awful!' he said. 'Good Lord, Jerry, it's frightful!'
'Awful!--being left a million pounds?'
'Yes, like this. I feel like a bally thief.'
'Why on earth?'
'If it hadn't been for me this girl--what's her name?'
'Her name is Boyd--Elizabeth Boyd.'
'She would have had the whole million if it hadn't been for me.
Have you told her yet?'
'She's in America. I was writing her a letter just before you came
in--informal, you know, to put her out of her misery.
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