Mr.Owlett rang a bell sharply twice.

An angular man with a youngish face and a very elderly manner answered the summons.
"My confidential clerk," said Owlett, briefly introducing him.

"Here, Prindle! I want you to be witness with me to this gentleman's Will." Prindle bowed, and passed his hand across his mouth to hide a smile.
Prindle was secretly amused to think that a working man had anything to leave worth the trouble of making a Will at all.

Mr.Owlett dipped a pen in ink, and handed it to his client.

Whereat, Helmsley wrote his signature in a clear, bold, unfaltering hand.