“Because if you do, you can go to the probate office, and submit the will to any judge of my uncle’s handwriting.”
“There will be no occasion. I admit that the will was written by him.”
“What do you mean, then?” asked Stephen Ray, showing relief.
“I mean this—that it was not his last will and testament.”
“Where is a later one? Produce it if you can?” said Stephen Ray triumphantly.
“You say this fearlessly because you found a later will—and destroyed it.”
“It is a vile slander!”
“No; I will swear that such a will was made.”
“If it was destroyed, he destroyed it himself.”
“No, he did not. I am willing to swear that when he died that will was in existence.”