"The signature is scarcely legible: the name begins with a B or an R ... the flourish muddles up all the letters."
Dorothy said slowly:
"Jean-Pierre-Augustin de la Roche, Marquis de Beaugreval."
"Yes, yes: that's it!" cried the notary at once. "Marquis de Beaugreval. How did you know?"
[CHAPTER XII]
THE ELIXIR OF RESURRECTION
Dorothy did not answer. She was still quite absorbed in the strange will of the Marquis. Her companions, their eyes fixed on her, seemed to be waiting for her to express an opinion; and since she remained silent, George Earrington, of London, said:
"Not a bad joke. What?"
She shook her head:
"Is it quite certain, cousin, that it is a joke?"