"
"Did the form sit down?" asked Quincy.
"No. The only chair near the table was the one in which Mrs. Bliss
sat. I could not resist the inclination to whisper in Jack's ear:
'What do you think of that?' We both turned with the intention of
taking another look at 'That,' but it had disappeared and the gas was
burning at about half-light.
"Mrs. Bliss arose from her seat with a pleasant smile on her face.
'You said that he had signed it--I understood you to say so, did I
not?' I said nothing, but drew the will from my pocket and pointed to
the signatures. Then Jack said it was his duty to see the sorrowing
family and for me to escort Mrs. Bliss to a car.
"Jack and I took dinner together in a private room at Young's the
next day. We decided that it was my duty to present the will for
probate. Although it is presumed by the statutes of this Commonwealth
that a will is signed by a living man, I was unable to find anything
in said statutes to prevent a dead man, if he were so disposed and
able, or enabled, doing so."
"Of course the will was presented for probate," said Quincy.
"It was," replied Ned, "and despite the energetic efforts of the
avaricious son-in-law, was admitted. His lawyer brought up the point
that the will should have had three witnesses, but I showed him the
note, told him Mrs. Bliss's story, and declared that I would fight
the case up to the Supreme Court if necessary.
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