"Sir Henry Trevor."
"Sir Henry Trevor? Harry Trevor? Do you venture to affirm that Harry Trevor says he got forged bills from me, or any bills?"
"He took them to the discounters; when they asked where he got them from, he said they came from you. What he got for them, or what share you had of the plunder, I can't say; at present I'd rather not know; these are details which may come out at the Old Bailey."
Up to then Frank Clifford had kept his countenance to a wonderful degree; but when Mr. Morgan spoke of the Old Bailey his lips flickered, as they might have done had he been suddenly attacked by St. Vitus' Dance; the movement passed, he was calm again.
"Will you let me look at that bill you're holding? I'll not touch it; I merely want to look."
"I'll take care you don t touch it. You can look at an old friend.
"What is the signature it bears?"
"Don't know? I'll tell you. Donald Lindsay, of Cloverlea."
"Donald Lindsay, of Cloverlea? And who is Donald Lindsay, of Cloverlea?"
"Really, Mr. Clifford, when you didn't become an actor what the stage lost! and now-a-days there are so few actors who are to the manner born. It's the very gist of your offending, you sly scamp, that you made such use of the knowledge you had surreptitiously obtained that Joseph Oldfield, of Peter Piper's Popular Pills, was Donald Lindsay, of Cloverlea."