He found Alexander again at his writing desk.
“Come here, Francis, my dear boy; I want you to witness the signing of my will,” said Alexander, looking around.
“You will require two witnesses,” observed Francis Tredegar, gravely, as he approached the table.
“Yes, I know! Here, Simms.”
The valet came up.
In the presence of his friend and his servant, Alexander signed his will. And then Francis Tredegar and John Simms signed as witnesses.
“Now, Tredegar, I have named you and another one, executors of this will. But I wish you to take charge of it in case anything should happen to me.”
“Oh, bosh!” said Tredegar, gaily, yet with a tremulous tone,—“these affairs seldom end fatally.”
But he took the will and put it carefully in his breast pocket.
“It is nearly seven o’clock now. I wonder if we could get some coffee. Go down, Simms, and see, and have it brought to this room,” said Alexander.