A half-hour later, Kennedy, with well-simulated excitement, was racing
me in the car up to the Greenes' again. We literally burst unannounced
into the tete-a-tete on the porch.
“Fletcher, Fletcher,” cried Kennedy, “look what Walter and I have just
discovered in a tin strong-box poked off in the back of your uncle's
desk!”
Fletcher seized the will and by the dim light that shone through from
the hall read it hastily. “Thank God,” he cried; “the school is provided
for as I thought.”
“Isn't it glorious!” murmured Helen.
True to my instinct I muttered, “Another good newspaper yarn killed.”