that was to put the elegant appearance within his reach.
"Mr. Cater," he said, "I believe you are sole executor of the will of your uncle, Mr. Jeremiah Cater, who lived in this house," Cater assented.
"That will is one extremely favourable to yourself. In fact, by it you become not only sole executor, but practically sole legatee."
"Well?"
"I am here as a man of business and as a man of the world to give you certain information. There is a codicil to that will."
Cater started. Then he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as though he knew better.
"There is a codicil," Dorrington went on, imperturbably, "executed in strict form, all in the handwriting of the testator, and dated nine months later than the will. That codicil benefits your cousin, Mr. Jarvis Flint, to the extent of ten thousand pounds. To put it in another way, it deprives you of ten thousand pounds."
Cater felt uneasy, but he did his best to maintain a contemptuous appearance. "You're rushing ahead pretty fast," he said, "talking about the terms of this codicil, as you call it. What I want to know is, where is it?"
