There is no such will." Enright smiled, not pleasantly by any means.
"Possibly not," he said with quiet sinister gravity.

"It was probably destroyed and it was to gain possession of that will that Frederick Cavendish was killed." John leaped to his feet, his face bloodless: "My God!" he muttered aghast, "do you mean to say----" "Sit down, John; this is no cause for quarrel.

Now listen.

I am not accusing you of crime; not intentional crime, at least.

There is no reason why you should not naturally have desired to gain possession of the will.