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"Take the chair there--and pardon me
a moment."
As the youth complied Enright opened the door, glanced into the outer
room, and gave orders not to be disturbed for the next half-hour.
Then, drawing in his head, closed the door and turned the key.
"John," he resumed smoothly, "I have been somewhat surprised that you
failed to consult me earlier regarding the will of your late cousin
Frederick."
"His--his will!" John leaned forward amazed, as he stared into the
other's expressionless face. "Did--did he leave one?"
"Oh! that's it," the attorney chuckled. "You didn't know about it, did
you? How odd. I thought I informed you of the fact over the phone the
same night Frederick died."
"You told me he had called upon you to prepare a will--but there was
none found in his papers."
"So I inferred from the newspaper accounts," Enright chuckled dryly,
his eyes narrowing, "as well as the information that you had applied
for letters of administration. In view of that, I thought a little
chat advisable--yes, quite advisable, since on the night of his death I
did draw up his will.


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