The question being a pleasantry Miss Walbrook 237 took it with a gentle smile. When she resumed it was with a slight flourish of the document in her hand and another turn to the conversation.
“I went to the bank this morning. I’ve brought home my will. I’m thinking of making some changes in it.”
Barbara looked non-committal, as if the subject had nothing to do with herself.
“The question I have to decide,” Miss Walbrook pursued, “is whether to leave everything to you, in the hope that you’ll carry on my work––”
“I shouldn’t know how.”
“Or whether to establish a trust––”
“I should do that decidedly.”
“And let it fall into the hands of a pack of men.”
“It will fall into the hands of a pack of men, whatever you do with it.”
“And yet if you had it in charge––”