Before God, all I
planned to do was to get that will, change it, replace it, and
trust that uncle would never notice the change. Then when he was
gone, I would have contested the will. I would have got my full
share either by court proceedings or by settlement out of court.
You see, I had planned it all out. The school would have been
founded--I, we would have founded it. What difference, I said,
did thirty millions or fifty millions make to an impersonal
school, a school not yet even in existence? The twenty million
dollars or so difference, or even half of it, meant life and love
to me.
"I had planned to steal the cash in the safe, anything to divert
attention from the will and make it look like a plain robbery. I
would have done the altering of the will that night and have
returned it to the safe before morning. But it was not to be. I
had almost opened the safe when my uncle entered the room. His
anger completely unnerved me, and from the moment I saw him on
the floor to this I haven't had a sane thought. I forgot to take
the cash, I forgot everything but that will. My only thought was
that I must get it and destroy it. I doubt if I could have
altered it with my nerves so upset. There, now you have my whole
story. I am at your mercy."
"No," said Kennedy, "believe me, there is a mental statute of
limitations that as far as Jameson and myself are concerned has
already erased this affair.
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