killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?" asked
Rudolph.

I admitted that I hadn't. Every lawyer
learns over and over how strong a motive
hate can be, but in my collection of legal
anecdotes I had nothing to match this one.
When I asked how much the estate amounted
to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred
thousand dollars.

Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance.
"The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,"
he said merrily.

A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the
fortune that had been scraped together by
such hard dealing, and that Cutter himself
had died for in the end!

After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in
the orchard and sat down by the windmill to
smoke. He told me his story as if it were
my business to know it.

His father was a shoemaker, his uncle a
furrier, and he, being a younger son, was ap-
prenticed to the latter's trade. You never got
anywhere working for your relatives, he said,
so when he was a journeyman he went to
Vienna and worked in a big fur shop, earning
good money. But a young fellow who liked a

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