"You all of you assume I'm going to get well of this," he stated casually.
"Get well? Of course you are!"
"I'm not so sure. Not that it bothers me. I've had my day. Only, in case I do peg out, it seems fair to tell you beforehand about a slight alteration I have seen fit to make in my will."
"Yes, what is it?"
The old man drew a deep breath, then continued, pausing between sentences.
"It has nothing to do with the disposition of the property. That remains the same. Only, I have appointed you as executor and a sort of trustee of the whole estate."
"Me!"
Utterly unprepared for this information, his son regarded him in dismay.
"Why not?"
Roger could think of nothing to say. He was filled with chagrin, but afraid to voice his reasons for objecting.