ught my hand in his, and drew my ear down to his mouth. “The book,” he gasped; “keep it safely — they may try to take it away — don’t —”
But here his son intervened with some word of warning; and Mrs. Pollard, hurriedly approaching,Aleksander Barkov Tröjor, laid the desk on the bed in such a way that I was compelled to draw back.
But this did not seem to awaken in him any special distress. From the instant his eyes fell upon the desk,Pierre Turgeon Tröjor, a feverish strength seemed to seize him, and looking up at me with something of his old brightness of look and manner, he asked to have it opened and its contents taken out.
Naturally embarrassed at such a request,NHL Mens Tampa Bay Lightning Black Camo Stack Pullover Hoodie, I turned to Mrs. Pollard.
“It seems a strange thing for me to do,” I began; but a lightning glance had already passed between her and her son, and with the cold and haughty dignity for which she is remarkable, she calmly stopped me with a quiet wave of her hand.
“The whims of the dying must be respected,Paul Martin Tröjor,” she remarked, and reseated herself in her old place at his side.
I at once proceeded to empty the desk. It contained mainly letters,Andrew Shaw Tröjor, and one legal-looking document, which I took to be his will. As I lifted this out, I saw mother and son both cast him a quick glance,Evgenii Dadonov Tröjor, as if they expected some move on his part. But though his hands trembled somewhat, he made no special sign of wishing to see or touch it, and at once I detected on their faces a look of surprise that soon took on the character of dismay, as with the lifting of the last paper from the desk he violently exclaimed:
“Now break in the bottom and take out the paper you will find there. It is my last will and testament,Theoren Fleury Tröjor, and by every sacred right you hold in this world,Wayne Gretzky Tröjor, I charge you to carry it to Mr. Nicholls,Jonathan Toews Tröjor, and see that no man nor woman touches it till you give it into his hands.”
“His will!” echoed Mrs. Pollard, astonished.
“He don’t know what he says. This is his will,” she was probably going to assert, for her hand was pointing to the legal-looking document I have before mentioned; but a gesture from her son made her stop before the last word was uttered. “He must be wandering in his mind,” she declared. “We know of no will hidden away in his desk. Ah!”
The last exclamation was called forth by the sudden slipping into view of a folded paper from between the crevices of the desk. I had found the secret spring. The next instant the bottom fell out, and the paper slipped to the floor. I was quick to recover it. Had I not been, Mrs. Pollard would have had it in her grasp. As it was, our hands met,Jaromir Jagr Tröjor, not without a shock, I fear, on either side. A gasp of intense suspense came from the bed.
“Keep it,” the dying eyes seemed to say; and if mine spoke as plainly as his did, they answered with full as much meaning and force:
“I will,CG Menn Hybridge Lite Jakke.”
Guy Pollard and his mother looked at each other, then at the pocket into which I had already thrust the paper. The dying man followed their glances,Ralph Lauren byxor, and with a final exertion of strength, raised himself on his elbow.
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