
Marian Brand never knew what made her say what she did. Her mind was in a curious state. She spoke without conscious thought. She said, “What would happen if I didn’t make a will-if I was run over on the way home, or something like that?”
Mr. Ashton continued to smile. He said in his pleasant voice,
“A very unlikely contingency, I hope.”
She went on looking at him.
“What would happen?”
“The unsettled part would go to your sister. The settled part would be divided as I said.”
She took a long sighing breath and said,
“I see-”
Mr. Ashton spoke briskly,
“Now what about that banking account?”
Chapter 2
The compartment had been full when they left Victoria. The usual clutter of people who have been up to town for a day’s shopping and come piling into third-class carriages with bulging bags and tired feet. If you were one of the early ones you got a seat and had other people more or less standing on you. If you ran it fine you jostled the people who were standing in the narrow strip between the seats, or in the corridor if it was a corridor train.
