Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
"Do you dispute that you influenced him? dictated it to him word for word, made the poor old helpless idiot sign it, he utterly incapable of even understanding " "Don't chatter so much," interrupted Mr. Clodd. "It's not a pretty voice, yours. What I asked you was, do you intend to dispute it?" "If you will kindly excuse us," struck in Mrs. Gladman, addressing Mr.
Clodd with an air of much politeness, "we shall just have time, if we go now, to catch our solicitor before he leaves his office." Mr. Gladman took up his hat from underneath his chair. "One moment," suggested Mr. Clodd. "I did influence him to make that will. If you don't like it, there's an end of it." "Of course," commenced Mr. Gladman in a mollified tone. "Sit down," suggested Mr. Clodd.
"Anyhow," remarked Mr. Gladman, licking his lips, which were dry, "you won't get anything, Mr. Clodd no, not even your three-hundred pounds, clever as you think yourself. My brother-in-law's money will go to the lawyers." Then Mr. Pincer rose and spoke slowly and clearly.
The white-whiskered old dormouse soon coughed himself to sleep for ever. "I shall want you and the missis to come to the funeral, Gladman," said Mr. Clodd, as he swung into the stationer's shop; "and bring Pincer with you. I'm writing to him." "Don't see what good we can do," demurred Gladman. "Well, you three are his only relatives; it's only decent you should be present," urged Clodd.
"Have much trouble in finding him, or did somebody come and tell you about him?" "Old Gladman, of Chancery Lane, the law stationer, brought 'im 'ere one evening about two months ago said 'e was a sort of distant relative of 'is, a bit soft in the 'ead, but perfectly 'armless wanted to put 'im with someone who wouldn't impose on 'im.
Well, what between 'aving been empty for over five weeks, the poor old gaby 'imself looking as gentle as a lamb, and the figure being reasonable, I rather jumped at the idea; and old Gladman, explaining as 'ow 'e wanted the thing settled and done with, got me to sign a letter." "Kept a copy of it?" asked the business-like Clodd. "No. But I can remember what it was. Gladman 'ad it all ready.
I for one am prepared to swear that he was of sound mind in August last and quite capable of making his own will. It seems to me that the other thing, dated in June, is just waste paper." Mr. Pincer having delivered himself, sat down again. Mr. Gladman showed signs of returning language. "Oh! what's the use of quarrelling?" chirped in cheery Mrs. Gladman.
"I ought to have known of this," began Mr. Gladman. "Glad to find you taking so much interest in the old chap," said Clodd. "Pity he's dead and can't thank you." "I warn you," shouted old Gladman, whose voice was rising to a scream, "he was a helpless imbecile, incapable of acting for himself! If any undue influence " "See you on Friday," broke in Clodd, who was busy.
On the other hand, they don't want the bother of looking after him themselves. I talked pretty straight to the old man let him see I understood the business; and well, to cut a long story short, I'm willing to take on the job, provided you really want to have done with it, and Gladman is willing in that case to let you off your contract." Mrs. Postwhistle went to the cupboard to get Mr.
I wish that I could throw into a heap the remainder of our joint existences, that we might share them in equal division. But that is impossible. The house was at that time in the occupation of a substantial yeoman, who had married my grandmother's sister. His name was Gladman. My grandmother was a Bruton, married to a Field.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking