"Is that your signature?" and Jack handed him the will.
"Yes, sir; I signed it last night at your request, and so did my wife."
"Was there a lady here at the time?"
"No, sir."
Jack put his hand up to his forehead. "My God!" he muttered, "I must be going mad." Suddenly everything began to whirl about him, and he sank exhausted into his chair.
"John," he said, "send for a cab; I am feeling very ill, and must go home."
Four days later he was dead. The family doctor pronounced the case one of malignant diphtheria.
THE END
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