orphan son. Are you sure, Frank, that you are making no mistake in this?"
"I don't think I am. I was staying at Spring Lawn when the major came home from Aunt Atkinson's after her husband's death, and he brought her will with him. He was telling us all about it—that Eagles' Nest was to be his, and that there were several legacies to different people, and he turned to me and said, 'You come in for a good slice, Frank.' I recollect it all, sir, as though it had taken place yesterday."
"Did he mention how much the 'slice' was?"
"No, he did not. And I did not like to ask him."
There was a pause. Dr. Raynor began putting the papers straight on the table, his usual custom before retiring for the night. Frank had apparently fallen into a reverie.
"Uncle Hugh," he cried, briskly, lifting his head, his face glowing with some idea, his frank blue eyes bright