"Yes."
"What may that be?"
"It is this. Is any one here sufficiently acquainted with the handwriting of Mr. Charles Holland to come to an opinion upon the letters?"
"I have some letters from him," said Henry, "which we received while on the continent, and I dare say Flora has likewise."
"Then they should be compared with the alleged forgeries."
"I know his handwriting well," said the admiral. "The letters bear so strong a resemblance to it that they would deceive anybody."
"Then you may depend," remarked Henry, "some most deep-laid and desperate plot is going on."
"I begin," added Marchdale, "to dread that such must be the case. What say you to claiming the assistance of the authorities, as well as offering a large reward for any information regarding Mr. Charles Holland?"
"No plan shall be left untried, you may depend."
They had now reached the house, and Henry having procured some clean water, carefully washed the paper which had been found among the trodden grass. When freed from the mixture of clay and mud which had obscured it, they made out the following words,—