"'E's been making 'is will, and I was one o' the witnesses." Something in Mr.Smith's manner as he uttered this simple statement made his listeners anxious to hear more.

Mr.Kybird, who had just entered the room and was standing with his back to the door holding the handle, regarded him expectantly.
"It's been worrying 'im some time," pursued Mr.Smith.

"'E 'asn't got nobody belonging to 'im, and for a long time 'e couldn't think 'ow to leave it.

Wot with 'ouse property and other things it's a matter of over ten thousand pounds." "Good 'eavens!" said Mr.Kybird, who felt that he was expected to say something.
"Dr.Blaikie was the other witness," continued Mr.Smith, disregarding the interruption; "and Mr.Swann made us both promise to keep it a dead secret till 'e's gone, but out o' friendship to you I thought I'd step round and let you know." The emphasis on the words was unmistakable; Mrs.Kybird dropped her work and sat staring at him, while her husband wriggled with excitement.
"'E ain't left it to me, I s'pose ?" he said, with a feeble attempt at jocularity.
"Not a brass farden," replied his friend, cheerfully.

"Not to none of you.