He must have been seventy years old at least, but, as he sat there dictating his last will and testament, his gray head was erect, his steel-gray eyes never wavered in their fixed gaze, and there was no sign of weakness in his hard, almost cruel, mouth. Only a few wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and mouth betrayed the grim humor that was characteristic of the man — a biting humor which had made many a timid witness wince and the barbed arrows of which had been driven into friend and toe alike and left there, quivering.