The judge told him.
"Well, that was mighty clever of you," Angus said in admiration. "I'd never have thought of that."
"Braden didn't either," the judge said drily. "And what's more he never thought that my statement about the watermark might be worth verifying."
"Do you mean you bluffed him?" Angus exclaimed.
"It was the only way," the judge nodded. "His story, stuck to through thick and thin, would have prevailed because we had no evidence to contradict it. But being guilty, it never occurred to him to demand an inspection of the papers. It may have occurred to him now. He may have searched my office in my absence, hoping to get back his confession as well as the deeds. But most of us realize our mistakes too late."
"Judge" Angus said solemnly, "you are a wonder."
"When I was your age I would have agreed with that," the judge grinned. "But I am merely an old dog with some experience of foxes. This settles Braden's hash. He will leave town—and possibly leave some creditors."
"I thought he had plenty of money."
"He has lost a good deal lately in speculation—lost it or tied it up. I imagine he will get together what cash he can and leave. His debts are none of my business. I will now have these deeds registered, and you will have no more trouble about title."
"When you send me your bill, put in the watermark."