At last, Hiram said: "Please move that table in front of me." Torrey put the table before him, laid the will upon it ready for the signing.
Hiram took a pen; Torrey went to the door and brought in the two clerks waiting in the hall.

The three men stood watching while Hiram's eyes slowly read each word of the will.

He dipped the pen and, with a hand that trembled in spite of all his obvious efforts to steady it, wrote his name on the line to which Torrey silently pointed.

The clerks signed as witnesses.
"Thank you," said Hiram.

"You had better take it with you, judge." "Very well," said Torrey, tears in his eyes, a quaver in his voice.
A few seconds and Hiram was alone staring down at the surface of the table, where he could still see and read the will.