"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 feel like dying just yet, but one never knows, and, in the meantime, I don't want this known. She don't know, and if she does, it will only be through one of you two talking."
"You may rest assured, Mr. Dudgeon, that both Mr. Harding and myself will respect your confidence and hold the matter absolutely secret," Wallace replied.
"That's good enough," he said.
Turning to Harding, he added, "I'll leave this in your charge. If I go, see that she gets it. Good day."
He was at the door when Wallace spoke.
"Will you not stay and have some refreshment, after your long drive in?" he said.
Dudgeon looked over his shoulder, with his hand on the door-handle.
"That's all I want from you," he replied.