"There is a will, which may disinherit you, I suppose, Mr. Hendle?" "Oh, yes. The will of John Hendle, leaving everything to the elder branch of the family, represented by Mr. Mallien. I intend to take it to my lawyers to-morrow, after I have seen my cousin." "Why not surrender the property to your cousin, sir, without taking the will to the lawyers?" questioned Kit shrewdly. Rupert shook his head. "I wish everything to be done openly." "But seeing what is involved, Mr. Hendle, isn't there some danger of a scandal if any public statement is made?" "There is. All the same, if I gave up the property and sneaked away, people would talk, and the truth might come out in a crooked way. I wish it to come out in a straight way, and so intend to act as I say." "Will you lose everything, sir?" "I think so, if the will is proved to be legal. Then, Kit, I shall have to come to ask you to get me a situation in that factory of yours." The boy was greatly distressed. "Oh, Mr. Hendle, don't talk like that. It is wicked to think that a kind-hearted man like you should lose your property. I don't think Mr. Mallien will make such a good use of the money." "That is his affair, Kit," replied Hendle, with a sigh. "But you may be sure that I shall do all I can do to keep the property. There is a certain Statute of Limitations which may help me. Perhaps Mr. Mallien and I can arrange to divide the money. But what is the use of talking?" Rupert threw himself despondently into a chair. "You can't help me." "Not so far as regards the property, Mr. Hendle," said Kit earnestly; "but I may be able to help you to clear up the mystery of the murder." Rupert sat up and stared. "What?" "Oh, I don't say that I know anything for certain, sir, but I have my suspicions, you know." "Oh, have you? Who is it you suspect?" "I shall tell you when you relate to me all details unknown to my mother." Hendle rose again restlessly, and walking up and down, thought deeply. When he paused again before Kit, he had made up his mind to be frank. "I know you are my friend," he said earnestly, "and I know that you are honest and true." "I am all that," rejoined Beatson emphatically, "especially when there is anything to be done for you, sir. I shall never forget your kindness to me. Anything you say will go no further than Sophy." "Why Sophy?" asked Rupert suspiciously. "Because she knows so much that she may as well know all. And her suspicions point in the direction that mine do. She is now with Miss Mallien----" Rupert uttered an ejaculation. "Not reporting the conversation with your mother, I hope," he said hastily. "Yes," answered Kit bluntly; "it is better for Sophy to speak to Miss Mallien than to Mr. Mallien." "Does she--do you--suspect my cousin?" "No! But Sophy will explain when she brings Miss Mallien here. We arranged to meet here shortly, Mr. Hendle"; and Kit glanced at his watch. "I dare say the two ladies will be here in an hour."