daughter of Alfred Gipson, Stein said, checking with his notes as he talked. Alfred Gipson had died, leaving a good deal of money, in 1901. He had left it to his wife in trust and, on her death two years later, it had been divided between the two children, Amelia and Alfred Gipson, Jr. Each had received around three hundred thousand dollars. Amelia had put hers, for the most part, in bonds; a good deal of it in government bonds. She had lived on the interest; until recently, when taxes went up and interest down, she had done a little better than live on the interest. But say she left about the same sum she had inherited.
âTo?â Weigand said.
Stein said he was coming to that. He said it wasnât, he thought, the most important thing. But she had left the bulk of it to a nephew and a niece, in equal shares. To get back, he said.
Alfred, Jr., Ameliaâs brother, had been about ten years older than Ameliaâhe had been born in 1883, and had been twenty when his mother died. And at twenty, apparently, he had started making money. He had made it, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly, but almost always consistently, until he died in 1940. He had also found time to marry and beget two children. His wife died when her daughter was born in 1922, which made the daughter twenty-three. The son was two years older. That was John. The girl was Nora. But no longer Nora Gipson. Now Nora Frost, wife of Major Kennet Frost.
âAir Force major,â Stein said. âHeâs been in the Pacific. But he got back Stateside yesterday, Mason thinks. They expect him in New York today some time. Everybodyâs all steamed upâor everybody was yesterday. The auntâs deathâmade a difference, Mason supposes, to get back.â
Alfred Gipson, who had dropped the junior when his father died, had brought up the children with some advice from his sister, who, however, had apparently exercised a rather distant supervision, except in the summers, when she had joined the family at a place they had in Maine. She and the children, with enough servants, had spent most summers there when John and Nora were growing up, and Alfred had come up for long weekends and sometimes for a week or two at a time.
Alfred Gipson had had almost a yearâs warning of his death. He had drawn up his will when John was nineteen and Nora seventeen. He left his moneyâwhich ran to about a million and a half after taxesâto his sister in trust for the children, with the proviso that it was to be divided between them when Nora was twenty-five. Stein paused and looked up.
âOr,â he said, âupon the death of Amelia Gipson, whichever should occur first.â
Weigand nodded slowly.
âSo the children cut up a million and a half,â he said. âPlus Ameliaâs share.â
âLess tax,â Stein said.
âLess tax,â Bill Weigand agreed. âStill all right, I should think. The next questionâare the children hard up?â
Mason said not, Stein told him. Major Frost had some moneyânot the same kind of money, but some.
âAnd Johnâs probably in the Army,â Weigand said. âOr the Navy?â
Stein shook his head.
âApparently not,â he said. âJohnâs a chemistâfor his age, Mason thinks a pretty important chemist. Too important to get killed, unless he blows himself up. Mason seemed to think there was a pretty good chance he would, although the stuff heâs working on is all very secret. Has been right along. Mason thinks now it may have had something to do with the atomic bombs, but he still doesnât know. And Johnâs still working at it. Up in Connecticut somewhere, apparently a good way from other people except the people heâs working with. Only heâs in town now.â
âWhy?â Weigand wanted to know.
Stein shrugged. He said he had asked Mason. He said Mason didnât know.
âMason says if anybody knows,
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