"The question is," said Mr. Pash, who had been reflecting, and now reproduced the will from his pocket, "as to the name?"
"What name?" asked Sylvia, and Deborah echoed the question.
"Your name." Pash addressed the girl direct. "Your father's real name was Krill—Lemuel Krill."
Sylvia looked amazed, Deborah uttered her usual ejaculation, "Lor'!" but Paul's expression did not change. He considered that this was all of a piece with the murder and the mystery of the opal brooch. Undoubtedly Mr. Lemuel Krill, alias Aaron Norman, must have had good reason to change his name and to exhibit terror at the sight of the brooch. And the reason he dreaded, whatever it might be, had been the cause of his mysterious and tragic death. But Paul said nothing of these thoughts and there was silence for a few minutes.
"Lor,'" said Deborah again, "and I never knew. Do he put that name to that, mister?" she asked, pointing to the will.
"Yes! It is signed Lemuel Krill," said Pash. "I wonder you didn't notice it at the moment."
"Why, bless you, Mr. Pash, there weren't no moment," said Deborah, her hands on her hips as usual. "Master made that there will only a short time before he was killed."
Pash nodded. "I note the date," said he, "all in order—quite."
"Master," went on Deborah, looking at Paul, "never got over that there fainting fit you gave him with the serping brooch. And he writes out that will, and tells Bart and me to put our names to it. But he covered up his own name with a bit of red blotting-paper. I never thought but that he hadn't put Aaron Norman, which was his name."