human
I'm glad you've come; I want to ask you a favor--a dying man's last request. You're an honest man (N.B.--People intending to build will please make a note of this.--J.R.), I am sure, and I want you to help me do justice. You have seen my wife; she can be a tiger when she wants to. She married me for money; she thinks the will I made some time ago, leaving everything to her, is my last. But it is not. I've deceived her, for the sake of peace. I made one since, leaving the bulk of my property to Helen; it came to me through her dear mother. I know nobody to trust it with. Mrs. Markson can wrap almost any one around her finger when she tries, and--
gpt
She will try it with _you_; but you are cool as well as honest, I believe. I meant to tell Helen where the will was the day after I put it there; but she was so young--it seemed dreadful to let her know how cowardly her father was--how he feared her. Get it--get a good lawyer--see she has her rights. I put it--no one could suspect where--I put it--in--the--