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Sigsbee
would let me do it--but now I'll be damned if I'll do anything for
either of you. You don't deserve a nickel, not one of you. You had
your chance and you didn't take it. I fed and clothed and housed your
father and I stood ready to spend my last dollar to make his last few
days on earth comfortable and easy. I buried him. I went to his
funeral. I took the chance of losing my job by doing so. I froze my
ears--oh, look at 'em! I don't care. And now you--you three! You can
go to the devil, with my compliments as well as Uncle Joe's. Come
along, Mary! Let's get out of this. We've got fifteen million dollars
coming to us, and we don't have to sit here and be insulted by people
to whom we have offered charity. Good day, Mr. Sigsbee. If you want me
for anything, you'll find me at the bank. Now, be sure you wrap your
throat up carefully, Mary. Don't take any chances. You look as though
you were overheated."
Mr. Sigsbee followed them into the corridor, where he shook hands with
the indignant heir.
"Your troubles have just begun, Mr.


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