“No, I think not.”
“It is customary to appoint the husband, isn’t it, Mr. Coleman?” asked Abner.
“It is quite often done.”
“I would prefer you,” said Mrs. Trimble, decidedly.
“If it will ease your mind, I will take the office, Mrs. Trimble.”
“Now,” said the lawyer, after a brief interval; “I will read the draft of the will as I have written it, and you can see if it meets your views.”
He had about half completed reading the document when there was heard a sharp ring at the doorbell. Then there were steps on the stairs.
A terrible surprise was in store for Mrs. Trimble.
CHAPTER XL.