“What has he forged?”
“A will.”
“A will!” repeated Mr. Sharp, pricking up his ears with sudden interest. “May I ask how you became acquainted with the fact?”
“I witnessed the deed.”
“Was the party aware of your presence?”
“Far from it. He supposed the knowledge confined to himself and one other, who instigated him to the act, and rewarded him for it. He supposed me asleep, but I saw and heard the whole from a place of concealment.”
“This man is, I suppose, a copyist,—a professional writer?”
“Yes.”
“And the one who employed him,—do you know his name?” asked the lawyer, with hardly concealed eagerness.
“It is Rand.”