"In short, my valued friend," pursued Miss Flite, advancing her lips to my ear with an air of equal patronage and mystery, "I must tell you a secret. I have made him my executor. Nominated, constituted, and appointed him. In my will. Ye-es."
"Indeed?" said I.

And I must tell you a secret. I have made him my executor. Appointed him. In my will. Ye-es."
"Indeed?" said I.
