"Yes; I think one of the fly-leaves."
"There is here a fly-leaf partially torn through. It has Hebrew writing on it. Will you kindly inspect it?"
"There are three names in English, sir, also, and a date. But I am sorry to say I cannot read Hebrew writing."
"Thank you. The names have the appearance of being signatures. They are John Rant, Walter Gibson, and James Frost, and the date is 20 July, 1875. Does any one here know any of these names?"
The Rector, who was present, volunteered a statement that the uncle of the deceased, from whom he inherited, had been named Rant.
The book being handed to him, he shook a puzzled head. "This is not like any Hebrew I ever learnt."
"You are sure that it is Hebrew?"
"What? Yes-I suppose. ... No—my dear sir, you are perfectly right—that is, your suggestion is exactly to the point. Of course —it is not Hebrew at all. It is English, and it is a will."
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