"Oh, my will's all right," said Simon.
"Well, then, use it and don't trouble. Say to yourself definitely—'This shall not be.'"
"And that money in the safe?"
"Leave it there; dare your other self to take it. To remove it and place it in other keeping would be a weakness."
"Thanks," said Simon. "I grasp what you mean." He took out his purse and laid five guineas on the desk. Oppenshaw did not seem to see the money. He accompanied his patient to the door. It was half-past one.
CHAPTER V I WILL NOT BE HIM
Out in Harley Street Simon walked hurriedly and without goal. It was getting past luncheon-time; he had forgotten the fact.
Oppenshaw was one of those men who carry conviction. You will have noticed in life that quite a lot of people don't convince; they may be good, they may be earnest, but they don't convince. Selling a full-grown dog in the world's market, they have little chance against a convincing competitor selling a pup.