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Penfold's chatter as to the daily homage paid by the castle to the cottage, through every channel courtesies or gifts that the Tathams' delicacy could invent, or the Penfolds' delicacy accept, had convinced him on that point.
The expert seemed pleased at this reply; his brow cleared, and he said: "Then I don't mind telling you that those two reports will bring Penfold's case within my province. To speak plainly, Miss Rolleston, your newspaper extracts ARE FORGERIES." "FORGERIES!" cried Helen, with innocent horror. "RANK FORGERIES," repeated the expert coolly. "Forgeries!" cried Helen.
Penfold's property in my hands, and, as I was of course before well aware, my late client died worth a very considerable property in addition to his large estates in this country.
Burt." Burt inspected the papers keenly. "You know, Burt, I swore at Robert Penfold's trial that he never wrote that forged note." "I remember," said Burt. "The other day this lady instructed me to discover, if I could, who did write the forged note. But, unfortunately, the materials she gave me were not sufficient.
The room had a remarkably large fireplace, which had originally warmed the whole floor, but now was used as a ventilator only. The gas would have been stifling without it. As for lighting a fire in it, that was out of the question. On a certain evening, soon after Mr. Penfold's return from Scotland, the pair sat over their tea, and the conversation fell on the missing sweetheart.
Wardlaw," said Helen, coldly; and within five minutes she was on her way home. "Arthur prejudiced in Robert Penfold's favor!" That puzzled her extremely. She put down the whole conversation while her memory was fresh. She added this comment: "What darkness I am groping in!" Next day she went to the bill-broker, and told him Mr. Wardlaw senior had referred her to him for certain information.
He says he believes some fool or villain heard him say that two thousand pounds was to be borrowed between them, and went and imposed on Robert Penfold's credulity; meaning, perhaps, to call again after the note had been cashed, and get Arthur's share of the money." "But why did he not come forward?" "He declares he did not know when the trial was till a month after.
But I am an artist of a very different stamp. I never reason a priori. I compare; and I have no bias. I never will have. The judges know this and the pains and labor I take to be right, and they treat me with courtesy. At Penfold's trial the matter was easy; I showed the court he had not written the note, and my evidence crushed the indictment so far. How could they have laughed at my testimony?
As to hiding-places, she knew of no hiding-place whose existence she could, in accordance with the dictates of her conscience divulge. So that is where we are at present, Mrs. Conway. I believe that Mr. Tallboys is going to try and get a copy of the will that he has in his possession admitted under the circumstances as proof of Herbert Penfold's intentions.
"Did you find the statement?" I asked of Kate, as soon as we were out of hearing of the crowd. "No, Roger, I looked and looked, but it wasn't anywhere, either at the tool house or on the way to Judge Penfold's." "Have you heard from Mrs. Canby yet?" "Yes, she is coming home." "Does she blame me for what has happened?" "She doesn't say." "Never mind, Roger.
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