That was a matter between John Grier and myself. There was another will
made later, which left the business to some one else."
"I don't see."
"Of course you don't see, and yet you must." Tarboe then told the story
of the making of the two wills, doing justice to John Grier.
"He never did things like anyone else, and he didn't in dying. He loved
you, Carnac. In spite of all he said and did he believed in you. He knew
you had the real thing in you, if you cared to use it."
"Good God! Good God!" was all Carnac could at first say. "And you agreed
to that?"
"What rights had I? None at all. I'll come out of it with over a
half-million dollars--isn't that enough for a backwoodsman? I get the
profits of the working for three years, and two hundred thousand dollars
besides. I ought to be satisfied with that."
"Who knows of the will besides yourself?" asked Carnac sharply.
"No one. There is a letter to the bank simply saying that another will
exists and where it is, but that's all.
"And you could have destroyed that will in my favour?"
"That's so." The voice of Tarboe was rough with feeling, his face grew
dark. "More than once I willed to destroy it. It seemed at first I could
make better use of the property than you.
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