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THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER-2
“I wish nothing better,” said our client. “All I ask is that you should hear and recognize the absolute truth.” Lestrade looked at his watch. “I’ll give you half an hour,” said he. “I must explain first,” said McFarlane, “that I knew nothing of Mr. Jonas Oldacre. His name was familiar to me, for many years ago my parents were acquainted with him, but they drifted apart. I was very much surprised therefore, when yesterday, about three o’clock in the afternoon, he walked into my office in the city. But I was still more astonished when he told me the object of his visit. He had in his hand several sheets of a notebook, covered with scribbled writing, here they are, and he laid them on my table. “‘Here is my will,’ said he. ‘I want you, Mr. McFarlane, to cast it into proper legal shape. I w
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