“Certainly, and a good one.”
“Did he indite your will?”
“No; Mrs. Crawford wrote it out. She was at one time copyist for a lawyer.”
“Take my advice and have another drawn up to-day without mentioning the matter to her. She admits having mislaid the one made yesterday.”
“It may be a good idea.”
“Certainly, it is a prudent precaution. Then you will be sure that all is safe. I have, myself, executed a duplicate will. One I keep, the other I have deposited with my lawyer.”
Ashcroft was a man of energy. He saw that Dr. Crawford, who was of a weak, vacillating temper, executed the will. He and another witnessed it, and the document was left with the lawyer.
“You think I had better not mention the matter to Mrs. Crawford?” he said.
“By no means—she might think it was a reflection upon her for carelessly mislaying the first.”
“True,” and the doctor, who was fond of peace, consented to his friend’s plan.