“Partially, according to the stories. I heard she got the house and about two-thirds of the income during her life. There is a nephew; he lives there and potters about the place. Apparently he gets the other third of the capital now, and all the rest at the wife’s death. But you mustn’t take any of this for gospel. If any of it matters, you’ll have to check it up.”
“I don’t think it does matter,” French returned, “except to give me a general idea of the sort of people I’m likely to find. Right, super. Many thanks. Will you be busy this evening before quitting time?”
“Not specially.”
“Then if you don’t mind, I’d like a chat about the case. I’ve an idea I’ve gone far enough.”
The super nodded and French went out. Once again commandeering the sergeant’s bicycle, he set off along the windi
