Summary

Arthur Train Tut, Tut! Mr. Tutt — HOCUS-POCUS (1923)

Grover’s funeral Miss Aymar, sitting in the big leather chair beside the desk in Mr. Tutt’s office, learned for the first time of her unfortunate predicament. The old lawyer had made an abject and what was in truth a most piteous confession, and now he waited humbly for the storm of censure which he expected to fall upon him. But the storm did not break. Miss Aymar, whether from kindness, ignorance, or stupidity, did not seem to be greatly disturbed. She looked so adorable in her black gown that he felt more wretched than ever.
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Arthur Train Tut, Tut! Mr. Tutt — HOCUS-POCUS (1923)

Tutt had another perfectly good witness to the contents of the will—Miss Aymar.
Even the surrogate, as she rose and came forward so gracefully, yet so diffidently, toward the bench, forgot momentarily that he was a surrogate in the unexpected discovery that he was a man.
“Ah!” he exclaimed gallantly, attempting to put her at her ease. “Take your time, Miss Aymar. There is nothing to be excited about. Are you quite comfortable? You do not mind the draft from that window?” Then embarrassed, he recalled the fact that he was a judge.
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Arthur Train Tut, Tut! Mr. Tutt — HOCUS-POCUS (1923)

Question: ‘Have you in your possession a paper delivered to you by Caroline Grover as a draft of her proposed will?’”
“Object!” shouted Mr. Toddleham.
“Sustained!” chortled the surrogate. “No, no, Mr. Tutt!” It was tantamount to his saying: “Naughty! Naughty!”
“Oh, Lord!” muttered Tutt to himself. “Isn’t it sickening!”
“But, Your Honor,” protested Mr. Tutt, “what better proof could you possibly want than a copy of the will in Mrs. Grover’s own handwriting?”
“I don’t want any proof,” grinned Pettingill. “You’re trying to prove a lost will. I merely hold that you can’t prove it that way.”
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