“Yes, anything you say,” she said, meekly.
Allen looked suspicious, but he went on, just the same.
“There is something on my mind,” he said, so gravely that immediately Betty became grave too. “I’d like to tell you, little Betty, and then maybe you will realize why I haven’t been able to come around lately.”
“Tell me,” said Betty, softly.
CHAPTER V
THE MATTER OF A WILL
Allen paused a moment, his hands clasped on his knees, his eyes thoughtfully upon them.
“I have a client,” he said at last. “He’s an old, old man. Though he retained me a week ago, it was only to-day that I was able to persuade him to put his last will and testament into writing. Poor fellow, he seems to have had a horror all his life of making a will. Thought that the moment he did, it would be the signing of his death warrant.”
In spite of the warm evening breeze Betty shuddered.
“I don’t wonder,” she said. “A will has always seemed a horrid thing to me.”