‘Then you never wrote that order?’
‘No! no! How should I?’
‘That is not your writing?’
‘No, not that.’
‘Look at the signature.’
‘Oh! oh! oh!’—and she dropped into a chair. ‘The horrible man! That’s the autograph I gave him this afternoon.’
‘You are sure?’
‘Quite; for my pen spluttered in the slope of the A. Has she gone and given it to him?’
‘No. She brought it to me, and set the policeman to watch him.’
‘What a dear, good woman! Shall you send him to prison, Admiral Merrifield? What can be done to him?’ said Arthurine, not looking at all as if she would like to abrogate capital punishment.