“She had a little baby, I know,” sadly replied the old man.
“Then it seems a shame that while you have an own child that you should not at least have her provided for. Think of it, she may be in distress and not know that you have wanted her.”
The old man started up in bed and held out his feeble hand and said:
“Doctor, will you help me? Oh, I beg of you to make it possible for my child to again look into my face, and I shall bless you forever.”
“Then, one thing,” gravely replied the physician, “is that you should make another will immediately, and you should keep the fact from your nephew until after it is over.”
“Will you send for my lawyer now?” tremblingly asked the rich man.
“I want you to witness my will, and swear that I am in my right mind.”
So the telephone was brought into use, and the family lawyer was hurried into the mansion, and for some hours the three men were closeted together, and a servant was brought into the room to witness the will.
They were still there when George Benson came home. He heard that the doctor was still with his uncle, but no one said anything about a lawyer.
“I’ll wait down here until he comes down,” muttered the young man to himself. “I hate to hear uncle complain of his aches and pains, and he is such a bore. I shall be glad when he is dead.”