The big man examined what Hubert had written.
"Very like!--very like indeed. So like Cecil Buxton's handwriting that I plainly perceive, my friend, that you are the prince of all the liars. Now sign it." He arrested Hubert's hand. "Sign it--'Cecil Buxton.'"
Hubert glanced up. He dropped his pen. "Now I see!"
"Pick up that pen."
"With pleasure." He picked it up.
"Sign it--'Cecil Buxton."'
The big man spoke in a tone of voice which could not, truthfully, be described as friendly.
"In other words--commit forgery."
The tall man turned to the short one.
"Eugene, who is to use your revolver? Is it you or I? I swear to you that if this scoundrel, this contemptible villain, does not make all the reparation to my sister that is in his miserable power, I will blow his brains out as he is sitting here."