“It wasn’t this one,” he said positively.
“Ah, ha!” cried Lawyer Higgins, turning the paper over. “Then it was this one you signed last!”
“No,” said Mustard, glancing at the Doblin side of the paper. “I signed this’n the same time as I signed the other side of it. I signed both these the first day of the month. The one I signed last I signed on the second of the month.”
“Ah, yes!” said Judge Mackinnon, looking at a document he had taken from the envelope Philo Gubb had handed him. “You mean this one:—
Last will and testament—and all else with which I may die possessed—to my niece Dorothy O’Hara—and hope she can take a joke—Haddon O’Hara.
You mean this one, Mr. Bilton?”
“Yep,” said Mustard, looking at the document that gave to Dolly O’Hara every jot and tittle of Haddon O’Hara’s property. “That’s the one. That’s the one I signed last. Me and old Sam Fliggis signed her—same day O’Hara hired me to steal the dog. Well, I guess I’ll be takin’ the dog back home. So ’long, gents. Old Had’ was bound to have his joke, wasn’t he?”
“Mr. Gubb,” said Judge Mackinnon suddenly, “would you be betraying a professional secret if you told us how you found this document?”
“In the pursuit of following my deteckative profession,” said Detective Gubb, “according to Lesson Six, Page Thirty-two.”