“Anything is liable to be disputed, sir,” said the notary; “that is the drawback of human justice. But in the matter of wills, there are wills so drafted that they cannot be upset--” “In what way?” queried Pons. “If a will is made in the presence of a notary, and before witnesses who can swear that the testator was in the full possession of his faculties; and if the testator has neither wife nor children, nor father nor mother--” “I have none of these; all my affection is centred upon my dear friend Schmucke here.” The tears overflowed Schmucke’s eyes. “Then, if you have none but distant relatives, the law leaves you free to dispose of both personalty and real estate as you please, so long as you bequeath them for no unlawful purpose; for you must have come across cases of wills disputed on account of the testator’s eccentricities. A will made in the presence of a notary is considered to be authentic; for the person’s identity is established, the notary certifies that the testator was sane at the time, and there can be no possible dispute over the signature.--Still, a holograph will, properly and clearly worded, is quite as safe.” “I have decided, for reasons of my own, to make a holograph will at your dictation, and to deposit it with my friend here. Is this possible?” “Quite possible,” said the notary. “Will you write? I will begin to dictate--” “Schmucke, bring me my little Boule writing-desk.--Speak low, sir,” he added; “we may be overheard.” “Just tell me, first of all, what you intend,” demanded the notary. Ten minutes later La Cibot saw the notary look over the will, while Schmucke lighted a taper (Pons watching her reflection all the while in a mirror). She saw the envelope sealed, saw Pons give it to Schmucke, and heard him say that it must be put away in a secret drawer in his bureau. Then the testator asked for the key, tied it to the corner of his handkerchief, and slipped it under his pillow. The notary himself, by courtesy, was appointed executor. To him Pons left a picture of price, such a thing as the law permits a notary to receive. Trognon went out and came upon Mme. Cibot in the salon. “Well, sir, did M. Pons remember me?” “You do not expect a notary to betray secrets confided to him, my dear,” returned M. Trognon. “I can only tell you this--there will be many disappointments, and some that are anxious after the money will be foiled. M. Pons has made a good and very sensible will, a patriotic will, which I highly approve.” La Cibot’s curiosity, kindled by such words, reached an unimaginable pitch. She went downstairs and spent the night at Cibot’s bedside, inwardly resolving that Mlle. Remonencq should take her place towards two or three in the morning, when she would go up and have a look at the document.