do take the freehold prim'ses. An' he is the 'xecutor."
"Was the will witnessed?"
"Yes—two waterside chaps well know'd thereabouts."
"Was it made by a lawyer?"
"No—all in the lamented corpse's 'andwritin'."
"Umph!" Flint maintained his hard stare in Greer's face. "Anything else?"
"Well, no, Mr. Flint, sir, p'raps not. But I wonder if there might be sich a thing as a codicil?"
"Is there?"
"Oh, I was a-wonderin', that's all. It might make a deal o' difference in the will, mightn't it? And p'raps Mr. Cater mightn't know anythink about the codicil."
"What do you mean? Is there a codicil?"
"Well, reely, Mr. Flint," answered Greer with a deprecatory grin—"reely it ain't business to give information for nothink, is it?"
"Business or not, if you know anything you'll find you'll have to tell it. I'm not going to let Cater have it all his own way, if he is executor. My lawyer 'll be on the job before you're a day
