Chapter 40

He sat down, and Mr. Waite took off his glasses and polished them with his handkerchief. “Am I to speak?” he inquired. “I presume, since the integrity of the document is not in question, that it is really up to the doctor.” Urbane as he was, I saw that he was irritated. Under Alex’s fine words he must have seen, as I did, that it was the will itself which was under fire. “I actually know nothing,” the doctor said. “Walter Somers told me, during his father’s illness here last summer, that he was thinking of changing…