“Yes. Well, as I was saying, they came into the bank together. I had no intention of listening to their conversation, but I couldn’t help but hear that they were discussing a will. Crowley made an appointment to call at Rolsted’s office the following day.”
“That looks as though Mr. Crowley had made up his mind to write a new will, doesn’t it?”
“That was the thought which passed through my mind at the time.”
“You say you overheard the conversation nearly a year ago,” Nancy mused. “That was nearly two years after Mr. Crowley had made the will in favor of the Tophams, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s likely Crowley had made up his mind to change the will. I suspect he intended to cut the Tophams out, but whether or not he did, I have no way of knowing.”
“ Mr. Rolsted is an old friend of yours, isn’t he?”
“He is. An old friend and an old college classmate.”
“Then why don’t you ask him if he ever drew up a will for Mr. Crowley?”
“That’s a rather delicate question to ask, young lady. He may tell me it’s none of my business.”
“You know he won’t. You’re such a noted attorney that other lawyers feel flattered when you take an interest in their cases. Will you do it? Please!”
“I can’t promise to blunder into his office and demand the information. Why this sudden interest in the case, Nancy?”
“Oh, I don’t know. A mystery always interests me, I guess, and it does seem to me that someone ought to help those poor relatives.”