The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-08-10
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 "Y-you own the other half of lt?" he echoed.
 That's what I said" confirmed Sally.
 "But I don't understand" said Kinks. How - how come ."
 "What's so strange about it?" Sally cut in. T was Mrs. Pres tons companion for six years, ever since my mother died. l was the closest one to her. Of course, you could have knocked me down with a feather when I heard how she'd made her will. But thinking 1t over, 1t isn't 50 surprising"
 "No," he said. Tt isn't. The surprising part is that she included me-"
 T know why that happeend," said sally. Mrs. Preston was very well, orthodox. You were her only living relative and she remembered you out of a sense of of family obligation"
 Kinks grinned palely. Makes sort of a mug out of me, doesn't 1t? And suppose you wish I want in the picture?"
 If you're implying that wish had the whole thing myself, you're very insulting. But I don't see why I should welcome you when you talk about selling the place as If 1t were crate of eggs. "
 But why don't you want to sell it?"
 i've already told you. Because it's my - home, that's all"
 Are you living alone here?" Kinks asked.
 NO. Mrs. Clipstack is with me. She's sort of 8 combination cook and housekeeper. She's quite deaf and she takes nap about this time every day. That's why she didn't hear you ringing, no doubt"
 I'm not surprised" said Kinks. "Everybody in Winstock takes 8 nap This would have been 8 swell place for Rip Van Winkle."
 For the first time Miss Sally gave detailed attention to the gen. tleman with whom she now owned a house. Under other circumstances he might have pleased her. Unde- niably his crisp, black hair curled away from his temples very nicely. His eyes were gray and steady. The conner of his wide mouth broke into funny, little crinkles when he smiled. But his attitude was wrong. Altogether too fippant. He had spoken irreverently of this property. Wherefore he needed to be told where to get off and told promptly. She made sudden decision.
 Before we do another thing she said, you and are going to call on MT. Kenworthy. He'll tell you what you can do and what you can't"
 Forget it," Kinks suggested. MT. Kenworthy is off wool-gath- ering with guy named Morpheus. Let's just browse about here"
 Browse, nothing" said Sally determined. T left the car out in front when I came in from marketing. And we're going to Winstock this minute. Come along
 MT. Caleb John Kenworthy had returned to his office. He was a fusty, little old gentleman with spectacles that explored the very tip of his nose. He peered at them over the spectacles.
 "Ah, it's you. Sally" he said. And ." He paused, looking perplexedly at Kinks.
 Sally took the floor.
 "T'his Is Kinkaid Parker, Mir Kenworthy," she said. He's come LID about Mrs. Preston's property"
 MT. KenWorthy surveyed Kinks from head to foot.
 "Kinkaid Parker, eh?" he parked suddenly. "Well, why weren't you here for the reading of the will, young man? I notified you"
 T didn't know a thing about this till today" said Kinks, looking blank.
 q sent the notification two weeks ago." said MT. Kenworthy aggrievedly.
 Kinks reflected.
 "Oh," he said, at last. T was in Chicago two weeks ago seeing about 8 job that didn't pan out. Your first letter was probably forwarded out there and hasn't caught up with me yet"
 "H'ml" MT. Kenworthy ruffled papers in his huge, roll-top desk "Well, no matter. You're here now. And l may say that Mrs. Preston's will is irregular. Most irregular. Very complicated, in deed"
 And to complicate matters still further" said Sally, giving Kinks a dirty look, MT. Parker Is de- termined to sell the property im- mediately"
 MT. Kenworthy gazed accusing w at Kinks, then back to Sally.
 "He can't do that" he decreed. 'Not unless you agree. Such are