“It might make him nervous, I dare say,” said White, coolly. “Seems to me you act like a couple of children, you two. If I were in your place I’d see that a proper will was made.”
“How would you manage it?” asked Brackett.
“How would I manage it? It’s the simplest thing in the world. Is the old man’s signature hard to imitate?”
“You don’t mean——” ejaculated Brackett, looking about him nervously.
“Yes, I do.”
“But it would be forgery, and that is a serious offense.”
“Nothing venture, nothing have!” said White, boldly. “The property ought to come to you and my sister. You agree to that, don’t you?”
“Of course it ought,” said Mr. Brackett. “Haven’t we done everything for father, and slaved for his comfort?”
“Just so! And you ought to be rewarded. It’s a very simple thing, as I have already said,” continued White, shaking the ashes from his pipe.
Mr. Brackett was a little startled, but was not shocked. His morality was not of a high order, and he shrank from forgery only because it was a penal offense. He felt a little curious to inquire into the details of his brother-in-law’s plan.