Mr. Grahame passed his hand over his mouth, and gulped as if he would choke.
“What is to be done?” he asked.
“Do without it, sir,” suggested Chewkle, mildly.
“Ridiculous! His signature must be to the deed.”
“Well, sir,” said Mr. Chewkle, slowly, and looking carefully round the room to see that no other person was present, “so it may be there on the deed.”
Mr. Grahame looked at him steadfastly.
“How?” he asked.
Mr. Chewkle reduced his voice to a whisper.
“You have got his name on a letter, I s’pose?”
“Well, sir?”