heartrending.â
Harbinger nodded sympathetically. âYouâll sell this apartment?â
She nodded, and touched her eyes again, very delicately, with the handkerchief. âIt would be unbearable now.â
âTrafton will miss you,â he said politely.
âIâd keep the condominium in Manhattan, of course.â She was thoughtful a moment, and then, âHow much estate tax will there be on thirty million, Everett?â
Harbinger said smoothly, âYou will have to consult your accountant about that, but you mistake the amount that youâll inherit; it will be fifteen million, not thirty million.â
âFifteen!â
she said sharply, too sharply, and covered this with a quick smile. âYou have to be mistaken, the will that we made eight years ago left me thirty million.â
âThe will of eight years ago, yes,â said Harbinger, âbut that has been changed, you see.â
âChanged!
Changed?
â She stared at him incredulously. âI donât believe it; how can you say that? John couldnâtâ There were to be some adjustments made, yes, and we were to see youâtomorrow, wouldnât it be?â
âTrue.â Harbinger nodded. âBut ten days ago your husband came alone to my office to make those so-called adjustments, to make them himself. A matter of conscience, no doubt. I believe heâd already discussed it with you, dividing his estate.â
âWhat?â
She gasped. âBut I told him
no
âabsolutely
not
, that it wouldnât be fair. Youâre saying that he did that in spite ofâ No, John would never do that to me, itâs impossible.â
âIâm sure you recall what he discussed with you,â Harbinger pointed out. âHe leaves fifteen million to you, fifteen to the Trafton Home for Disabled Children.â
âBut thatâs
cruel
!â she cried. âItâs not fair. That awful place with those depressing cripples?â Too angry to notice their shocked faces she said, âItâs Jennyâ retarded, surelyâwho murdered him. Itâs insane, she killed him, she drove that terrible dagger into him with such
force
, and to leave his moneyââ
Pruden interrupted to say politely, âI believe you told the police that night that you were in the kitchen; you couldnât possibly have learned with what forceââ
âI mean I
heard
it,â she said, momentarily confused but defiant. âI
heard
it,â and turning to Harbinger, âHow could you let my husband do this to me, change the will like that, without me there. How
could
you! Iâm his
wife
.â
âAs I said before, a matter of conscience?â suggested Harbinger.
âIâll sue,â she flung at him angrily, eyes glittering, no longer a bereaved widow now.
Harbinger said dryly, âI really doubt that any judge or jury would find you deprived when heâd left you fifteen million.â
She stared at him in shock, and then at Pruden and Swope. If she had expected sympathy she found none, and there was the faintest hint of her beginning to unravel. âBut you canât do this,â she protested, and there were tears in her eyes.
The shock of her husbandâs betrayal was obviously a blow but Pruden wondered what dreams and plans for that thirty million had driven her; whatever it was, it was shattering that masklike poise and confidence. Fifteen million wasnât enough; sheâd unwittingly made it obvious that sheâd never shared her husbandâs interest in his charities, and possibly not even in her husband, John Epworth.
Sheâs a hard woman under that
facade,
he realized,
but not hard enough,
and he shrank at what lay ahead.
âYou canât do this,â she repeated, tears staining her cheeks. âJohn would never have done such a thing. If he was aliveââ
âBut he isnât alive,â said
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