Is she living ?" "Mrs.Plinlimmon died some years ago," I put in.
"Hey?
What do _you_ know about all this ?" asked Mr.Rogers.
"A little, sir," I answered.
"But what little you know--does it bear this man's story out ?" "Yes, sir." "It's as well to have some check on it, for I'd trust him just so far as I could fling him by the eyebrows." "There was no profit for me in this business, Mr.Rogers," protested Whitmore.

"I'm telling you the truth, sir!" And indeed the poor rogue, having for the moment another's sins to confess, rattled on with his story almost glibly.

"As I was saying, sir, the old man cut her out of his will: and not only this, but had a Bible fetched and took his oath upon it that no child of hers should ever touch a penny of his money.

Be so good as to bear that in mind, sir, for it's important." "I see," Mr.Rogers nodded.

"So that cuts out Master Archibald.
And the money, I suppose, went to her brother's child--the boy you spoke of ?" "Softly sir, for now we come to it.