"Oddly enough," continued the solicitor, "she spoke about it to Dr.
Evans only a few days before she died."

"Perhaps there is a later will somewhere," said Wickham.

"I honestly don't think so."

"Oh, I'm sure there isn't," affirmed Nora.

"Dr. Evans was talking to Miss Wickham about Miss Marsh. She was
completely tired out and he wanted Miss Wickham to have a professional
nurse. She told him then that I _had_ the will and that she had left
Miss Marsh amply provided for."

"That isn't legal, of course," said Mrs. Wickham decidedly.

"What isn't?"

"I mean no one could force us--I mean the will stands as it is, doesn't
it?"

"Certainly it does."

"I'm afraid it's a great disappointment to you, Miss Marsh," Wickham
said, not unkindly.

"I never count my chickens before they're hatched." This time Nora
smiled easily and naturally. The worst was over now.

"It would be very natural if Miss Marsh were disappointed in the