v. Wolters. Yes, I had to hand over his papers to the legal authorities. I didn't consider myself entitled to touch his private correspondence at present. The Lady. Why not? v. Wolters. He made a will the day before the duel. The Lady. Really? In whose favor? v. Wolters. I don't know. The Lady. What! Didn't he make any allusion--nothing----? v. Wolters. The only thing he said was that he had named me as executor. The Lady. But he had no relatives. Who is to inherit his large fortune? v. Wolters. As I've said, I don't know. However, he made a remark that I didn't quite understand, and that I--pardon me--would rather not repeat, if you don't mind. The Lady. Oh, please! v. Wolters. It might give you pain, Countess. The Lady (_sadly_). Nothing can give me pain after _this_. v. Wolters. Well, he said with a decided emphasis--though perhaps he did not intend that I should notice it--he said, "The one who loved me best shall be my heir." The Lady. What! He said that? Who could have loved him best if not I? (_Terrified._) For God's sake, Herr von Wolters! v. Wolters. Don't be alarmed, Countess. That would be too grotesque. The Lady. Perhaps this is his revenge. v. Wolters. Revenge? On you? What for? The Lady. No, no--I'm quite out of my senses, I-- But, as you have the keys, you won't mind doing me this slight favour. v. Wolters. What favour, Countess? The Lady. Search for the letters with me--now. It seems to me your duty, not only as a friend but as a gentleman. v. Wolters. Pardon me, my dear Countess, you were certainly his last--perhaps his only great love. But his life was varied--and if we were to open his desk now--I really don't know what we might find there. The Lady. You mean there would be letters from other----? v. Wolters. I must say no more. The Lady. Well, I'll shut my eyes. I'll only look for my own handwriting. v. Wolters. The will is to be opened in a few days, Countess. He has doubtless inserted a clause authorising me as executor to return certain papers to their owners--or destroy them. The Lady.