"Then I will show you a copy of it."
He drew from his desk a copy of the memorandum printed in an earlier part of this story.
"Read it, if you like," he said.
She did so, and her face twitched convulsively.
"I can't understand how this should have come into your hands," she said; "even if it were genuine?"
"Mrs. Lane, it was left by you on your desk nearly two years ago, and brought to me by a tramp, who didn't know its importance."
"Supposing this to be so, you should have returned it to me at once!" she snapped.
"You would have destroyed it."
"This is not in Mr. Lane's handwriting."
"No, but the original is."