"All right. Do you suppose you should know that paper if you were to see it?"
"I think I should—after I'd seen it once."
"Well, there it is—suppose you take a look at it."
"I remember it by two blots in the corner, and the red lines down the side."
"You didn't write your own name, did you?"
"It seems to me I did."
"Suppose you examine the paper, under James Ramsey's name, and see whether yours is there."
Mr. Felcher walked to his glass, turning his back upon Phipps. The latter sat down, and wrote his name upon the spot thus blindly suggested.
"It is here, sir."
"Ah! So you have found it! You distinctly remember writing it on that occasion, and can swear to it, and to the signatures of the others?"