"Stop that game of pretending, or I shan't be able to keep my hands off you! Not only is Mr. Oldfield dead, and you know it, but you killed him!"
"Killed him! I! Mr. Nash, is your friend sane?"
"Did ever rogue play the hypocrite so brazenly? and actually I've one of the weapons with which he killed him on me! and here it is. You killed him, Mr. Clifford, with that."
Morgan held out a slip of blue paper on which there was some writing.
"With that? And what is that? It looks to me rather a singular weapon with which to commit murder."
"Does it? you sneering villain! When Brown does all in his power to make of Smith an honest man, and Smith turns out to be a blackguard and a thief, do you think that isn't a blow to Brown? It was that kind of blow killed Joseph Oldfield; it was the shock of learning that you were a forger."
"Learning that I was a forger! Mr. Morgan, you--you said just now that you found it difficult to keep your hands off me; now I'm finding it difficult to keep mine off you. What justification have you for the statement you have just made, that I am a forger?"
"Isn't that justification enough?"
Again Morgan held out the slip of paper.
"I repeat the question I put to you just now--what is that?"