fair a solicitor's the man to go to. But that's not what I
want. I want to make a will leaving everything I possess to just one
person. I'm no hand with a pen, so I thought you might be able to do it
for me."

"Mr. Wallace is inside; perhaps he could advise you better."

"Well, I'll see him."

Remembering his last interview with the crotchety old man, Wallace was
particularly circumspect when he met him.

"What I want is this," Dudgeon exclaimed. "I want to say it in such a
manner that there can be no questioning the thing afterwards, that is
when I'm gone, you understand?"

"I understand," Wallace replied.

"I want to leave everything I possess to one person. If that is written
on a sheet of paper and I sign it, isn't that enough?"

"If your signature is witnessed by two persons."

"Then go ahead. Write it out for me. You and this young man can be
witnesses."

"It is an unusual thing for the Bank to do, Mr. Dudgeon; but if you
really wish it, of course we shall be only too happy to oblige you.
Don't you think Mr. Gale----"

"No," the old man snapped. "I've finished with Gale."

"Then will you come into my room and we will do the best we can for
you."

Wallace drew up a simple form of a will and read it through aloud.

"I have left the name blank," he said. "If this expresses what you wish,
you can fill in the name and sign it, either before Harding and myself
or two other people."

Dudgeon took it and read it through again.

"That'll do," he said. He put it on the table in front of Harding. "Fill
in Mrs. Eustace's name--I don't know it," he added.

Harding wrote the name in the blank space, the name of one who, in
another minute, would rank amongst the greatest heiresses of the world.

"That is the full name," he said as he handed back the document to
Dudgeon.

He looked at it.

"Jessie, is it?" he said. "Jessie Eustace, nee Spence. There is no
chance of a mistake being made, is there? Hadn't you better add whose
wife she was?"

"If you wish it."

"And say where she is living now, and where she came from before she
came here. I don't want this to go wrong. I want to make sure she will
get everything."

When the additions were made he read the whole document through once
more.

"Yes, that seems to fix it," he said. "Give me a pen."

The signature affixed, and witnessed, he looked from one to the other.

"I'll take your word to keep the matter secret till I'm gone," he said.
"I don't fe