In avowing his weakness for
aristocratic companionship he told a truth which explained many
singularities in what would otherwise have been a career of
commonplace dishonesty.
"I suppose she must be told," said Gammon with bent head. "Polly, I
mean."
"Miss Sparkes is a young lady of an inquiring spirit. She will want
to know why she does not benefit by Lord Polperro's death."
"You told her yourself about the will, remember."
"I did. As things turn out it was a pity. By the by, I should like
to have seen that document. As Cuthbertson has no knowledge of it,
our deceased friend no doubt drafted it himself. More likely than
not it would have been both amusing and profitable to the lawyers,
like his father's in the days of our youth. I wonder whether he
called Mrs. Clover his wife? We shall never solve all these
interesting doubts."
"I had better not let Polly know he burnt it," remarked Gammon.
"Why, no; I shouldn't advise that," said the other with a smile.
"But I have heard that married men--"
"Shut up! I'm not going to marry her.
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