Any other woman than Helen Bond would have been hysterical long before Kennedy had finished pressing home remorselessly one fact after another of her story.  But, with her, the relief now after the tension of many hours of concealment seemed to nerve her to go to the end and tell the truth.

What was it?  Had she some secret lover for whom she had dared all to secure the family fortune?  Or was she shielding someone dearer to her than her own reputation?  Why had Kennedy made Fletcher withdraw?

Her eyes dropped and her breast rose and fell with suppressed emotion.  Yet I was hardly prepared for her reply when at last she slowly raised her head and looked us calmly in the face.

“I did it because I loved Jack.”

Neither of us spoke.  I, at least, had fallen completely under the spell of this masterful woman.  Right or wrong, I could not restrain a feeling of admiration and amazement.

“Yes,” she said as her voice thrilled with emotion, “strange as it may sound to you, it was not love of self that made me do it.  I was, I am madly in love with Jack.  No other man has ever inspired such respect and love as he has.  His work in the university I have fairly gloated over.  And yet—­and yet, Dr. Kennedy, can you not see that I am different from Jack?  What would I do with the income of the wife of even the dean of the new school?  The annuity provided for me in that will is paltry.  I need millions.  From the tiniest baby I have been reared that way.  I have always expected this fortune.  I have been given everything I wanted.  But it is different when one is married—­you must have your own money.  I need a fortune, for then I could have the town house, the country house, the yacht, the motors, the clothes, the servants that I need—­they are as much a part of my life as your profession is of yours.  I must have them.

“And now it was all to slip from my hands.  True, it was to go in such a way by this last will as to make Jack happy in his new school.  I could have let that go, if that was all.  There are other fortunes that have been laid at my feet.  But I wanted Jack, and I knew Jack wanted me.  Dear boy, he never could realise how utterly unhappy intellectual poverty would have made me and how my unhappiness would have reacted on him in the end.  In reality this great and beneficent philanthropy was finally to blight both our love and our lives.

“What was I to do?  Stand by and see my life and my love ruined or refuse Jack for the fortune of a man I did not love?  Helen Bond is not that kind of a woman, I said to myself.  I consulted the greatest lawyer I knew.  I put a hypothetical case to him, and asked his opinion in such a way as to make him believe he was advising me how to make an unbreakable will.  He told me of provisions and clauses to avoid, particularly in making benefactions.  That was what I wanted to know.  I would put one of those clauses in my uncle’s will.  I practised uncle’s writing till I was as good a forger of that clause as anyone could have become.  I had picked out the very words in his own handwriting to practise from.