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Everything was in perfect order; letters and papers filed and
labeled, and neatly arranged in drawers and pigeonholes. There lay his
letter-book as he had last used it, and there lay fresh memoranda of his
projects and engagements. She found in one of the drawers some letters
of her own, mostly notes, and most of them written before her marriage.
In another drawer were some bundles of letters, a little yellow with
age, endorsed with the name of "Margaret." She shut the drawer without
looking at them. She continued to draw papers from the pigeon-holes and
glance at them. Most of them related to closed transactions. At length
she drew out one that instantly fixed her attention. It was endorsed,
"Last Will and Testament." She looked first at the date at the end--it
was quite recent--and then leaned back in her chair and set herself
deliberately to read it.

The document was long and full of repetitions and technicalities, but
the purport of it was plain. As she read on she was at first astonished,
then she was excited to trembling, and felt herself pale and faint;
but when she had finished and fully comprehended it her pretty face was
distorted with rage. The great bulk of the property was not for her. She
sprang up and paced the floor. She came back and took up the document
with a motion of tearing it in pieces. No--it would be better to
burn it. Of course there must be another will deposited in the safe.
Henderson had told her so. It was drawn up shortly after their marriage.
It could not be worse for her than this. She lighted the gas-jet by the
fireplace, and held the paper in her hand. Then a thought struck her.
What if somebody knew of this will, and its execution could be proved!
She looked again at the end. It was signed and sealed. There were the
names of two witnesses. One was the name of their late butler, who had
been long in Henderson's service, and who had died less than a month
ago. The other name was Thomas Mavick. Evidently the will had been
signed recently, on some occasion when Mavick was in the house. And
Henderson's lawyer probably knew it also!

She folded the document carefully, put it back in the pigeon-hole,
locked the desk, and rang the bell for her carriage. She was ready when
the carriage came to the door, and told the coachman to drive to the
office of Mr. Sage in Nassau Street. Mr. Sage had been for many years
Henderson's most confidential lawyer.

He received Carmen in his private off