Of course, I knew I couldn't be welcome--but
one's wife and child, Greenacre. The real wife, whether the other's
alive or not."
Gammon started.
"What did you say?" he asked in a whisper.
"Nothing--nothing. You are a good fellow, I am sure, and my wife
likes you, that's quite enough. The point is this now, I must
destroy that will, and get Cuthbertson to draw a deed of gift, all
in order, you know, but nothing that could get wind and make a
scandal. The will would be publicly known, I ought to have
remembered that. I repeat, Greenacre, that what I have to do is to
provide for them both without causing them any trouble or disgrace."
Catching the listener's eye he became silent and confused for a
moment, then added quickly:
"I beg your pardon. I addressed you by the wrong name. Gammon, I
meant to say. Gammon, my wife's friend, a thoroughly honest man.
Have I made myself clear, Gammon? I--you see how the matter stands?"
Gammon was beginning to see that the matter stood in a perilous
position, and that the sooner Mr.
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