"You are a lawyer. How can I so arrange that the directions I will leave must be carried out after my death?"
"Ordinarily," I managed to stammer, "directions in such matters when given to the heirs, have the binding force——"
There was a second's pause.
"That is not what I wish," continued the inflexible voice. "I wish to compel attention to my instructions."
"A provision can be inserted in your will," I said at length, "which would make the inheritance of your property conditional upon the fulfillment of your wishes."
She seemed to consider this. Her hands moved slightly in her lap.
"And if those conditions were not fulfilled?"
"Your estate would go elsewhere as you might direct."
There was prolonged pause. Her eyes disappeared, and try as I would, I could not distinguish her face. Her hands shifted, and she spoke.
"Step to the door and call my daughter. I am Mrs. Drainger."