'
Joseph stood and stared.
'To-morrow? Why, then, there's _no will at all_?'
'An admirable deduction. I congratulate you on your logic.'
Snowdon flung up his arms wildly, then began to leap about the room.
'Try another glass,' said Scawthorne. 'There's still a bottle in the
cupboard; don't be afraid.'
'And you mean to tell me it's all mine?'
'The wine? You're very welcome.'
'Wine be damned! The money, my boy, the money! Scawthorne, I'm not a
mean chap. As sure as you and me stand here, you shall have--you
shall have a hundred pounds! I mean it; dash me, I mean it! You've
been devilish useful to me; and what's more I haven't done with you
yet. Do you twig, old boy?'
'You mean that a confidential agent in England, unsuspected, may be
needed?'
'Shouldn't wonder if I do.'
'Can't be managed under double the money, my good sir,' observed
Scawthorne, with unmistakable seriousness. 'Worth your while, I
promise you. Have another glass. Fair commission. Think it over.'
'Look here! I shall have to make the girl an allowance.'
'There's the filter-works. Don't be stingy.'
Joseph was growing very red in the face.
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