"He might have done it in a fit."
"Perhaps; but it would have had to be a singular sort of a fit. You say you are sure they were in their usual position when you left him?"
"Why do you ask me that again? Why do you look at me like that, and speak in such a tone? Are you suggesting that I have had a hand in his death?"
"I am suggesting nothing."
"It seems to me that you are suggesting a good deal, which you dare not say right out. At least your manner is peculiar--but that it generally is. If you have anything to say, say it--like a man!--at once! Don't hint it, like a sneak. I hate your underhanded ways."
"I found this under his pillow--his one remaining pillow."
"It's his will. He made it this morning."
"So I am told by the two servants. I perceive it is in your writing. Did he dictate to you this document?"
"He did. I wrote it from his dictation, word for word as he told me. I wrote it yesterday afternoon. He read it through, and kept it under his pillow all night. He signed it this morning."
"It seems odd that, after completing such a will as this, he should have immediately died--in such a manner. If he could come to life again I wonder what he'd say."