“I have spent the $1,000,” he said cheerfully, to Tolman.
“And I have come to present a report of it, as I agreed.” He threw a white envelope on the lawyer’s table.
Without touching the envelope, Mr. Tolman went to a door and called his partner, Sharp.
Together they searched for something in a large safe. They brought out a big envelope sealed with wax.
As they opened the envelope, they shook their heads together over its contents. Then Tolman became the spokesman.
“Mr. Gillian,” he said, “there was an addition to your uncle’s will.
It was given to us privately, with instructions that it not be opened until you had provided us with a full report of your handling of the $1,000received in the will.
“As you have satisfied the conditions, my partner and I have read the addition. I will explain to you the spirit of its contents.
“In the event that your use of the $1,000 shows that you possess any of the qualifications that deserve reward, you stand to gain much more.
If your disposal of the money in question has been sensible, wise, or unselfish, it is in our power to give you bonds to the value of $50,000.
But if you have used this money in a wasteful, foolish way as you have in the past, the $50,000 is to be paid to Miriam Hayden, ward of the late Mr. Gillian, without delay.
“Now, Mr. Gillian, Mr. Sharp and I will examine your report of the $1,000.”
Mr. Tolman reached for the envelope. Gillian was a little quicker in taking it up.
He calmly tore the report and its cover into pieces and dropped them into his pocket.
“It’s all right,” he said, smilingly. “There isn’t a bit of need to bother you with this.
I don’t suppose you would understand these itemized bets, anyway.
I lost the $1,000 on the races. Good-day to you, gentlemen.”
Tolman and Sharp shook their heads mournfully at each other when Gillian left.
They heard him whistling happily in the hallway as he waited for the elevator.