"As my man of affairs, I believe you are acquainted with its contents." "I am." "It gives the bulk of my fortune to my son here." "Why, yes," admitted the Judge with increasing bewilderment.
"His share amounts to two millions, or thereabouts." "Thereabouts." Mrs.De Peyster took two rustling, majestic steps toward her fireplace.

"Until my son gives me very definite assurance that his conduct will be more suitable to me and my position, he is no longer my son." And so saying she tossed the will upon the fire.

She allowed a moment of effective silence to elapse.

"That is all, Jack.

You are excused." Jack stood and watched the flaming will flicker down to a glowing ash.
One bandaged hand slowly smoothed his blond hair.
"Gee! I've seen people burning up money, and I've burnt up quite a bit myself, but I never saw two millions go as quick! Well, mother," he sighed, shaking his head, "I never suspected I'd end in such a little blaze.