But he did not smile for long. A sudden question from Mellicent seemed to freeze the smile on his lips.
"Mr. Norton, please, what was Mr. Stanley G. Fulton like?" she begged.
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"Of course, we've seen his pictures," broke in Mellicent, "but those don't tell us anything. And YOU KNEW HIM. So won't you tell us what he was like, please, while we're waiting for father to come up? Was he nice and jolly, or was he stiff and haughty? What was he like?"
"Yes, what was he like?" coaxed Mr. Smith again. Mr. Smith, for some reason, seemed to be highly amused.
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"Like? Oh, just an ordinary man, you know,—somewhat conceited, of course." (A queer little half-gasp came from Mr. Smith, but the lawyer was not looking at Mr. Smith.) "Eccentric—you've heard that, probably. And he HAS done crazy things, and no mistake. Of course, with his money and position, we won't exactly say he had bats in his belfry—isn't that what they call it?—but—"
Mr. Smith gave a real gasp this time, and Mrs. Jane Blaisdell ejaculated:—
"There, I told you so! I knew something was wrong. And now he'll come back and claim the money. You see if he don't! And if we've gone and spent any of it—" A gesture of despair finished her sentence.
"Give yourself no uneasiness on that score, madam," the lawyer assured her gravely. "I think I can safely guarantee he will not do that."
"Then you think he's—dead?"
"I did not say that, madam. I said I was very sure he would not come back and claim this money that is to be paid over to your husband and his brother and sister. Dead or alive, he has no further power over that money now."
"Oh-h!" breathed Mellicent. "Then it IS—ours!"
"It is yours," bowed the lawyer.
"But Mr. Smith says we've probably got to pay a tax on it," thrust in
Mrs. Jane, in a worried voice. "Do you know how much we'll HAVE to pay?