Only despair
could have supplied him with such a suggestion and with the nerve
requisite for carrying it out.
"What about that will?" asked Polly, as soon as they were seated and
the order had been given
"There is no will."
This answer, and the carelessness with which it was uttered, took
away Polly's breath. She glared, and unconsciously handled a table
knife in an alarming way.
"What d'you mean? Who are you kidding?"
"He's left no will. And what's more, if he had, your name wouldn't
have been in it, old girl."
"Oh, indeed! We'll soon see about that! I'll go straight from 'ere
to that 'ouse, see if I don't I'll see his sister for myself this
very night, so there!"
"Go it, Polly, you're welcome, my dear. You'll wake 'em up in
Stanhope Gardens."
The waiter interrupted their colloquy. Gammon began to eat; Polly,
heeding not the savoury dish, kept fierce eyes upon him.
"What d'you mean? Don't go stuffing like a pig but listen to me, and
tell me what you're up to."
"You're talking about Lord P., ain't you?" asked Gammon in a lower
voice.
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