Besides, the keeping of
a few promiscuous charities out of such a gift did not seem especially
wrong--I knew nothing, cared nothing for their loss. They were but
names of no significance. Vail, watching the expression of my face in
the light, seemed to divine my thoughts.
"Evidently you are recovering your good sense," he remarked easily.
"There is no use acting like a fool in a matter of this kind. You are
lucky to fall into such a chance. You 'll act, I take it?"
"Yes," the word was out almost before I was aware of speaking.
"Sensible decision, my man," his face lighting up. "Now there is no
need of our meeting again, or being seen together. The more quiet we
can keep our plans, the better it will be for all concerned. Neale,
hand Craig your copy of the articles of administration, and of the
will."
I took these and read them over carefully, yet without fully
comprehending the legal phraseology. They were apparently genuine, and
I gathered from them that the facts were exactly as stated. Peter B.
Neale, of Birmingham, was named one of the administrators. The two men
watched me read, and when I laid the papers down Vail was ready with
others.
"Here is a small packet of letters from Judge Henley to his son," he
said, in a business-like way, "which you had better read, and so
familiarize yourself with local names, and conditions.
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