He always picked on
me. And now I've gone through it all he leaves me a hundred
dollars!'
Mr Nichols nodded sympathetically.
'I should have imagined that he was rather like that. You know, of
course, why he made that will I wrote to you about, leaving all
his money to Bill Dawlish? Simply because Bill, who met him
golfing at a place in Cornwall in the off season, cured him of
slicing his approach-shots! I give you my word that was the only
reason. I'm sorry for old Bill, poor old chap. Such a good sort!'
'He's all right,' said Nutty. 'But why you should be sorry for him
gets past me. A fellow who gets five million--'
'But he doesn't, don't you see?'
'How do you mean?'
'Why, this other will puts him out of the running.'
'Which other will?'
'Why, the one I'm telling you about.'
He looked from one to the other, apparently astonished at their
slowness of understanding. Then an idea occurred to him.
'Why, now that I think of it, I never told you, did I? Yes, your
uncle made another will at the very last moment, leaving all he
possessed to Miss Boyd.'
The dead silence in which his words were received stimulated him
to further speech. It occurred to him that, after that letter of
his, perhaps these people were wary about believing anything he
said.
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