Part 52 (1/2)
”The old man was a tight-fisted old curmudgeon. He only wanted to annoy me.”
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders, and Ben broke out indignantly, ”I wouldn't speak in that way of a man who had left me all his fortune.”
”Mind your own business, boy,” retorted John Tremlett sharply. ”Do you think I am going to stand your impudence?”
”I think it is just as well you have waited till after Uncle Matthew's death before speaking of him in that way.”
”Don't let up on the boy! Make him pay every cent of the debt, Brief!” exclaimed John Tremlett angrily.
”Of course we shall follow up the matter, Mr. Tremlett.”
”Have him arrested if he doesn't pay, Brief.”
Ben smiled.
”You seem to forget, Mr. Tremlett, that I am not your debtor. The claim is against my aunt.”
”Is that so, Brief?”
”The boy is right.”
”I am sorry for it. I should like to hold him responsible.”
”No doubt, Mr. Tremlett,” said Ben; ”but we can't always have our wishes granted.”
”Leave the matter in my hands,” said the lawyer. ”I will do what is best.”
”By the way, Brief,” said John Tremlett, ”I mustn't forget my errand.
I want some money.”
”Some money? I gave you two hundred dollars last week.”
”Well, it's gone, and I want some more.”
”Mr. Tremlett,” said the lawyer gravely, ”are you aware how much money you have spent during the last four weeks?”
”No, I have kept no account.”
”Well I have. You have drawn eight hundred dollars.”
”It costs something to see life.”
”Perhaps so! but I cannot permit you to exceed your income--during the first year, at least. Thus far you have spent twice as much as you were ent.i.tled to draw.”
Ben listened attentively. He had no idea of the extent of his uncle's property. If it yielded four hundred dollars a month, as he inferred, it must amount to nearly, if not quite, a hundred thousand dollars.
And this young man was not content with that. Our hero could not help wondering at his unreasonableness.
”I don't see how I can economize,” muttered Tremlett.
”What was your income before Mr. Baldwin's death, Mr. Tremlett?”