ught my hand in his, and drew my ear down to his mouth. “The book,” Andres Iniesta Jersey 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, 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, a feverish Yannick Carrasco Jersey 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, 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 Atletico Madrid Trøjer 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 Denis Cheryshev Jersey must be respected,” she remarked, and reseated herself in her old place at his side.
I at once proceeded to empty the desk. It contained mainly letters, 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 Barcelona Fodboldtrøjer a quick glance, 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 Jonathan Osorio Jersey is my last will and testament, and by every Blank Jersey sacred right you hold in this world, I charge you to carry it to Mr. Nicholls, and see Bayern Fodboldtrøjer that no Thomas Partey Jersey man nor woman touches it till you give it into his hands.”
“His will!” echoed Mrs. Pollard, astonished.
“He don’t Shop By Club 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 Sam Johnstone Jersey met, not without a shock, I fear, on either side. A gasp of intense suspense came from the bed.
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“I will.”
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, and with a final exertion of strength, raised himself on his elbow.
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