No one will suspect anything wrong.

My wife and I have lived in harmony.

There will be little wonder that she has left all to me.

There would be, perhaps, but for the manner in which I have taken care he shall be mentioned in the will--I mean, of course, in the will I have made for her." He paused, and, touching a spring in the wall, a small door flew open, revealing a shallow recess.
In this recess was a folded paper, tied with a red ribbon.
Mr.Manning opened it, and his eyes glanced rapidly down the page.
"This is the true will," he said to himself.

"I wish I could summon courage to burn it.