'Search has been going on since the day of the death: not a corner that hasn't been rummaged, not a drawer that hasn't been turned out, not a book in the library that hasn't been shaken, not a wall that hasn't been examined for secret doors! Mr.Mutimer has died intestate!' The other lady was mute.
'And shall I tell you how it came about?
Two days before his death, he had his will from Mr.Yottle, saying he wanted to make change--probably to execute a new will altogether.

My dear, he destroyed it, and death surprised him before he could make another.' 'He wished to make changes ?' 'Ah!' Mrs.Mewling drew out the exclamation, shaking her raised finger, pursing her lips.

'And of that, too, I can tell you the reason.

Mr.
Mutimer was anything but pleased with young Eldon.

That young man, let me tell you, has been conducting himself--oh, shockingly! Now you wouldn't dream of repeating this ?' 'Certainly not.' 'It seems that news came not so very long ago of a certain actress, singer,--something of the kind, you understand?
Friends thought it their duty--rightly, of course,--to inform Mr.Mutimer.I can't say exactly who did it; but we know that Hubert Eldon is not regarded affectionately by a good many people.