Yes, you did, my lord. They wouldn’t have delivered the bonds without.
Etchingham.
Then my signature’s been forged.
George Winter.
Don’t you remember one day, after an excellent luncheon at Pym’s, you were just off to a wedding, and I asked you to come up into the office and sign some papers?
Etchingham.
But I never looked at them. I didn’t know....
George Winter.
[Interrupting blandly.] Ah, that’s your affair.
Etchingham.