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But
Paddy
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
Harry
!
I
could
n't
do
that
.
The
property
was
hers
,
was
n't
it
?
She
was
quite
entitled
to
do
what
she
liked
with
it
.
If
she
wanted
the
Church
to
have
it
,
she
wanted
the
Church
to
have
it
.
I
do
n't
deny
it
's
a
bit
of
a
disappointment
,
but
I
'm
just
an
ordinary
sort
of
chap
,
so
perhaps
it
's
for
the
best
.
I
do
n't
think
I
'd
like
the
responsibility
of
owning
a
property
the
size
of
Drogheda
.
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
,
Paddy
!
"
the
lawyer
said
in
a
slow
,
distinct
voice
,
as
if
he
were
explaining
to
a
child
.
"
It
is
n't
just
Drogheda
I
'm
talking
about
.
Drogheda
was
the
least
part
of
what
your
sister
had
to
leave
,
believe
me
.
She
's
a
major
shareholder
in
a
hundred
gilt-edged
companies
,
she
owns
steel
factories
and
gold
mines
,
she
's
Michar
Limited
,
with
a
ten-story
office
building
all
to
herself
in
Sydney
.
She
was
worth
more
than
anyone
in
the
whole
of
Australia
!
Funny
,
she
made
me
contact
the
Sydney
directors
of
Michar
Limited
not
four
weeks
ago
,
to
find
out
the
exact
extent
of
her
assets
.
When
she
died
she
was
worth
something
over
thirteen
million
pounds
.
"
"
Thirteen
million
pounds
!
"
Paddy
said
it
as
one
says
the
distance
from
the
earth
to
the
sun
,
something
totally
incomprehensible
.
"
That
settles
it
,
Harry
.
I
do
n't
want
the
responsibility
of
that
kind
of
money
.
"
"
It
's
no
responsibility
,
Paddy
!
Do
n't
you
understand
yet
?
Money
like
that
looks
after
itself
!
You
'd
have
nothing
to
do
with
cultivating
or
harvesting
it
;
there
are
hundreds
of
people
employed
simply
to
take
care
of
it
for
you
.
Contest
the
will
,
Paddy
,
please
!
I
'll
get
you
the
best
KCs
in
the
country
and
I
'll
fight
it
for
you
all
the
way
to
the
Privy
Council
if
necessary
.
"
Suddenly
realizing
that
his
family
were
as
concerned
as
himself
,
Paddy
turned
to
Bob
and
Jack
,
sitting
together
bewildered
on
a
Florentine
marble
bench
.
"
Boys
,
what
do
you
say
?
Do
you
want
to
go
after
Auntie
Mary
's
thirteen
million
quid
?
If
you
do
I
'll
contest
,
not
otherwise
.
"
"
But
we
can
live
on
Drogheda
anyway
,
is
n't
that
what
the
will
says
?
"
Bob
asked
.
Harry
answered
.
"
No
one
can
turn
you
off
Drogheda
so
long
as
even
one
of
your
father
's
grandchildren
lives
.
"
"
We
're
going
to
live
here
in
the
big
house
,
have
Mrs.
Smith
and
the
girls
to
look
after
us
,
and
earn
a
decent
wage
,
"
said
Paddy
as
if
he
could
hardly
believe
his
good
fortune
rather
than
his
bad
.
