[Concerned] John, it’s nearly eleven o’clock… Why don’t you stop work and go to bed?
[Upset] John, I’ve never said this to you before… But… why don’t you give up this work of yours… I… Haven’t slept peacefully since you discovered the tomb of Rachnes. My sleep has been troubled by terrible dreams. [Concerned] I’m afraid for you!

[Concerned] John, get rid of that urn… It’s that urn I see in my sleep! That urn with the snake coiled around it!

[Slowly] There is no reason for me to conceal it now… My son hated his father… Vowed that he would kill him. If I hadn’t tried to bring them together again… If I had let Storm stay away from here… [Begins to cry] He and my husband would still be alive! 
Then you know that too. Yes, I did try to burn the will. It was unfair to cut Strom off without a penny and leave his share of the estate to Mr. Richards, my husband’s assistant. 

There was a clause in the will restraining me from giving him any assistance. When Storm carried John up to his room, I searched the desk and found the will. I lighted a match to it and burned it.