"There isn't the slightest fear of it," Hefferom said. "Besides—"
"Besides what?" Deane asked, looking up from his desk.
"It isn't as though the deed were a certainty," he said slowly. "Of course, the law is a little complicated. There would be witnesses on both sides, and the case might go anyhow."
"It would depend a little, I think," Deane said quietly, "on which side you gave evidence for. I think you could upset that deed if you chose."
"Perhaps I could," Hefferom said gruffly.
"Will you do it," Deane asked, "if it should ever be set into action against me? Remember that even though I know you will not believe me, the fact remains that although I have defended Rowan, I am not in possession of that deed."
Hefferom leaned across from his chair. "Listen, Deane," he said. "I am not here to bluff about that wonderful document. Perhaps it isn't worth the paper it's written on. Anyhow, here's my word for it. I'll see if ever an action is brought against you on the strength of that deed, that you blow it all sky high in five minutes."
"Is the deed a forgery?" Deane asked.
Hefferom did not answer.
"Or is it only the date?" Deane continued.