“Nothing!” said Harrison with solemnity, “nothing! I’ll take my Bible oath; now and then there was a gentleman subscribing for some charity, and there was the doctor every day or most every day, and as many times as I could count on my fingers there would be some one calling, that gentleman, sir,” he said suddenly, pointing to Mr. Turny, who looked up alarmed as if accused of something, “as was staying in the house.” “But no business, no papers signed?” “Hadn’t you better speak to the doctor, Sturgeon? He knew more of him than anyone.” “Not more nor me, sir,” said Harrison firmly; “nobody went in or out of master’s room that was unknown to me.” “This is all very well,” said Bob Tredgold, “but it isn’t the will. I don’t know what you’re driving at; but it’s the will as we want--my poor brother’s daughter here, and me.” “I think, Miss Katherine,” said the lawyer, “that I’d rather talk it over with--with Mr. Turny, who is the other executor, and perhaps with the doctor, who could tell us something of your father’s state of mind.” “What does it all mean?” Katherine said. “I’d rather talk it over first; there is a great deal of responsibility on our shoulders, between myself and Mr. Turny, who is the other executor. I am sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Katherine.” “Oh, it is of no consequence,” Katherine said. “Shall I leave you here? Nobody will interrupt you, and you can send for me if you want me again. But perhaps you will not want me again?” “Yes, I fear we shall want you.” The men stood aside while she went away, her head bowed down under the weight of her veil. But Robert Tredgold opposed her departure. He caught her by the cloak and held her back. “Stop here,” he said, “stop here; if you don’t stop here none of them will pay any attention to me.” “You fool!” cried the lawyer, pushing him out of the way, “what have you got to say to it? Take up your bag, and mind your business; the will is nothing to you.” “Don’t speak to him so,” cried Katherine. “You are all so well off and he is poor. And never mind,” she said, touching for a moment with her hand the arm of that unlovely swaying figure, “I will see that you are provided for, whether it is in the will or not. Don’t have any fear.” The lawyer followed her with his eyes, with a slight shrug of his shoulders and shake of his head. Dr. Burnet met her at the door as she went away. “They have sent for me,” he said; “I don’t know why. Is there anything wrong? Can I be of any use?” “I know of nothing wrong. They want to consult you, but I don’t understand on what subject. It is a pity they should think it’s necessary to go on with their business to-day.” “They have to go back to town,” he said. “Yes, to be sure, I suppose that is the reason,” she answered, and with a slight inclination of her head she walked away.