Penniket had drawn two papers from
his inner pocket--and Zillah regarding him almost listlessly, and Melky
with one of his quietly solemn expression. Each had a pretty good idea of
what was coming and each regarded the present occasion as no more than a
formality.
"This is the will," said Mr. Penniket, selecting and unfolding one of the
documents. "It was made about a year ago--by me. That is, I drafted it.
It's a short, a very short and practical will, drafted from precise
instructions given to me by my late client, your grandfather. I may as
well tell you in a few words what it amounts to. Everything that he left
is to be sold--this business as a going concern; all his shares; all his
house property. The whole estate is to be realized by the executors--your
two selves. And when that's done, you're to divide the lot--equally. One
half is yours, Miss Wildrose; Mr. Rubinstein, the other half is yours.
And," concluded Mr. Penniket, rubbing his hands, "you'll find you're very
fortunate--not to say wealthy--young people, and I congratulate you on
your good fortune! Now, perhaps, you'd like to read the will?"
Mr.
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