"And this is your handwriting?" pointing to the scarcely legible scrawl. "Yees, your honour," said the man, scratching his head, "I think it be; they are my /ees/, and G, and D, sure enough." "And do you know the purport of the will you signed?" "Anan!" "I mean, do you know to whom Sir William--stop, Mr. Oswald, suffer the man to answer me--to whom Sir William left his property?" "Noa, to be sure, Sir; the will was a woundy long one, and Maister Oswald there told me it was no use to read it over to me, but merely to sign, as a witness to Sir William's handwriting." "Enough: you may retire;" and George Davis vanished. "Mr. Oswald," said I, approaching the attorney, "I may wrong you, and if so, I am sorry for it, but I suspect there has been foul practice in this deed. I have reason to be convinced that Sir William Devereux could never have made this devise. I give you warning, Sir, that I shall bring the business immediately before a court of law, and that if guilty--ay, tremble, Sir--of what I suspect, you will answer for this deed at the foot of the gallows." I turned to Gerald, who rose while I was yet speaking. Before I could address him, he exclaimed, with evident and extreme agitation, "You cannot, Morton,--you cannot--you dare not--insinuate that I, your brother, have been base enough to forge, or to instigate the forgery of, this will?" Gerald's agitation made me still less doubtful of his guilt. "The case, Sir," I answered coldly, "stands thus: my uncle could not have made this will; it is a devise that must seem incredible to all who knew aught of our domestic circumstances. Fraud has been practised, how I know not; by whom I do know." "Morton, Morton: this is insufferable; I cannot bear such charges, even from a brother." "Charges!--your conscience speaks, Sir,--not I; no one benefits by this fraud but you: pardon me if I draw an inference from a fact." So saying, I turned on my heel, and abruptly left the apartment. I ascended the stairs which led to my own: there I found my servant preparing the paraphernalia in which that very evening I was to attend my uncle's funeral. I gave him, with a calm and collected voice, the necessary instructions for following me to town immediately after that event, and then I passed on to the room where the deceased lay in state. The room was hung with black: the gorgeous pall, wrought with the proud heraldry of our line, lay over the coffin; and by the lights which made, in that old chamber, a more brilliant, yet more ghastly, day, sat the hired watchers of the dead. I bade them leave me, and kneeling down beside the coffin, I poured out the last expressions of my grief. I rose, and was retiring once more to my room, when I encountered Gerald.