Mr. Meeson's Will by H. Rider Haggard — Read

There was a pause-a dreadful pause. The flash had left the cloud, but the answering thunder had not burst upon the ear. Mr. Meeson gasped. Then he took up the cheque which Augusta had thrown upon the table and slowly crumpled it.

"What did you say, young man? " he said at last, in a cold, hard voice.