“No, not the Accumulations; they are especially provided for. The testator expressly states that only the amount actually standing in his name at that date shall be divided, as I have set forth. ‘And,’ he continues, ‘seeing that I may live some years yet, very much against my wish, and that I shall not spend on myself or on my house or in any way, being now and henceforth dead to the world and waiting in silence for my removal whenever it may come, there will be interest on this money, which I desire shall be invested year after year by my solicitors. And on my death I desire that the difference between the money then and the money now, whatever it may be, shall be given in equal shares to the heirs of Langley Holme, my late brother-in-law, who was foully murdered near my house, for a reason which he alone knows,’” “This is very wonderful,” said Frederick. “All the accumulations--seventy years of compound interest! an immense fortune--to be given to strangers or very distant cousins? Are we going to allow this will to stand without a protest? You are the chief, Leonard. What do you say?” “The question is whether the testator was sane at the time of making his will,” said Leonard. “He was sane, then, I believe,” said the solicitor, “and he was certainly sane at the end. I have here a note written by him three years ago. All our communication was by writing. I ventured to ask him whether he desired to make any change in his testamentary disposition. Here is his reply.” He took a note out of his pocket-book. It was quite short. “Nothing has happened to cause any alteration in my will. The reasons which made me set apart all moneys saved and accumulated for the heirs of Langley Holme still exist. I do not know who the heirs are.--A. C.” “Is that the letter of a person of unsound mind?” “I for one shall dispute the will,” said Sam, standing up and thrusting his hands in his pockets. “Pardon me, sir, you have no _locus standi_.” “I don’t care. It is an iniquitous will.” “As you please, sir--as you please.” “Will you tell us the amount of the money which will come to us?” said Fred. “There was a sum of £90,000 invested in the Three per Cents. The half of that sum, or £45,000, will be divided among you three gentlemen as the grandson and the sons of Mr. Campaigne’s eldest son. The other half will be given to you, Mrs. Galley.” “Humph!” said Sam. “But when I get the will set aside----” “As for the accumulations, they amount at the present moment to a very large sum indeed, an immense sum--more than a million of money. The late Langley Holme left one daughter, whose only descendant is the young lady here present, Miss Constance Ambry.” Constance rose. “We will talk about this business at another time,” she said. Leonard followed her out of the damp and grave-like house into the ruined garden. And they sat down together in silence.