forgery!" he answered. "That, I hope, is plain language. A
forgery--from the first word to its last."

"Oh!" exclaimed Mr. Halfpenny, a little sneeringly. "And who's the
forger, pray?"

"That man, there!" said Barthorpe, suddenly pointing to Mr. Tertius.
"He's the forger! I accuse him to his face of forging every word, every
letter of it from the first stroke to the final one. And I'll give you
enough evidence to prove it--enough evidence, at any rate, to prove it
to any reasonable man or before a judge and jury. Forgery, I tell you!"

Mr. Halfpenny sat down again and became very calm and judicial. And he
had at once to restrain Peggie Wynne, who during Barthorpe's last speech
had manifested signs of a desire to speak, and had begun to produce a
sealed packet from her muff.

"Wait, my dear," said Mr. Halfpenny. "Do not speak just now--you shall
have an opportunity later--leave this to me at present. So you say you
can prove that this will is a forgery, Mr. Barthorpe Herapath?" he
continued, turning to the other side of the table. "Very well--since I
suggested that you should come here, you shall certainly have the
opportunity. But just allow me to ask Mr. Tertius a question--Tertius,
you have heard what Mr. Frank Burchill has just said?"

"I have!" replied Mr. Tertius. "And--I am amazed!"

"You stand by what you said yourself? You gave us a perfectly truthful
account of the execution of the will?"

"I stand by every word I said. I gave you--will give it again,
anywhere!--a perfectly truthful account of the circumstances under which
the will was signed and witnessed. I have made no mistakes--I am under
no hallucination. I am--astonished!"

Mr. Halfpenny turned to Barthorpe with a wave of the hand.

"We are at your disposal, Mr. Barthorpe Herapath," he said. "I leave
the rest of these proceedings to you. You have openly and unqualifiedly
accused Mr. Tertius of forging the will which we have all seen, and have
said you can prove your accusations. Perhaps you'd better do it. Mind
you!" he added, with a sudden heightening of tone, "mind you, I'm not
asking you to prove anything. But if I know Tertius--and I think I
do--he won't object to your saying anything you like--we shall, perhaps,
get at the truth by way of what you say. So--say on!"

"You're very kind," retorted Barthorpe. "I shall say on! But--I warned
you--what I've got to say will give a good deal of pain to my cousin
there. It would have been far better