The man who spoke was dying; already his breath came short.
"Give me," he said, "some cordial, or I shall not last." After a pause he went on.
"There is a will in existence which I now cancel.

I made it when I was a younger man.

I left my fortune to my son Leon de Mogente.

To my daughter Juanita de Mogente I left a sufficiency.

I wish now to make a will in favour of my son Leon"-- he paused while the notary's quill pen ran over the paper--"on one condition." "On one condition"-- wrote the notary, who had leant forward, but sat upright rather suddenly in obedience to a signal from Evasio Mon in the doorway.