Don leaned forward, his stick grasped in his gloved hands.
“I don’t get that last.”
“In trust,” repeated Barton with emphasis. “He has honored our firm with the commission of serving as a board of trustees for carrying out the terms of the will.”
“You mean to fix my allowance?”
“To carry out the terms of the will, which are as follows: namely, to turn over to you, but without power of conveyance, the paternal domicile on West Sixtieth Street with all its contents.”
Don frowned.
“Paternal domicile––I can translate that all right. I suppose you mean the house. But what’s that line ‘without power of conveyance’?”
“It means that you are at liberty to occupy the premises, but that you are to have no power to sell, to rent, or to dispose of the property in any way whatsoever.”
Don appeared puzzled.