 I had a tooth bothering me. That was my excuse for getting out of the house without my spying niece knowing I was coming down to see you. Somebody stole my will, Mr. Robe. And if I died today, I would die intestate. My money would all go to my only living relatives. A niece whom I loathe and a nephew whom I detest. Tomorrow I'm going to see my lawyer and write another one, just like the one which was stolen. I see. Now, what disposition did the will make of your estate?