"What was done with the will?"
"Mr. Hobson took it away with him that night."
"Have you ever seen it since?"
"No, sir."
"Mr. Wilson," said the attorney, showing the witness the will, "can you swear to these signatures as being the same which you saw affixed to the will upon that night?"
Wilson studied the document attentively for a moment. "Yes, sir, that is Mr. Mainwaring's writing, only a bit unsteady, for his hand trembled. McPherson's writing I know, and you mark that blot after his name? I remember his fussing that night because he had blotted the paper."
"And the third name, is that the signature of this man, Richard Hobson?"
"I know naught about that man's writing," the old fellow replied, with a shrewd look; "but you will mind that the name is the same writing as the will itself, and he wrote that and signed his name to it, for I saw him."
"And you have neither seen that will, nor heard it read until this morning?"
"No, sir."