“You’re afraid to produce it,” Penny challenged.
Rosanna had been looking through the desk. She now triumphantly brought to light the paper which Mrs. Leeds had claimed to be Jacob Winters’ last will and testament.
“I never wrote a line of it,” Caleb declared as he examined the document. “It’s a forgery.”
“Forgery is a serious offense, Mrs. Leeds,” Penny remarked significantly.
“I didn’t do it!” the woman cried nervously.
“I expect we’ll have to send you to jail along with Laponi here,” Caleb cackled.
Mrs. Leeds did not realize that he was only baiting her. She began to tremble with fright.
“Don’t send me to jail,” she pleaded. “I’ll tell everything.”
“Hold your tongue,” Laponi cut in sharply.
Mrs. Leeds whirled upon him.