"That is exactly what I couldn't find out; but I thought you might be able to tell. You cannot?" "Not in the least. What else was there?" "Nothing, only the old bundle of proverbs also wanted to know 'what would be to pay,' if they were found out,--would it be felony, or compounding of felony, or what?" "Why!" exclaimed Bergan, "the will was a forgery, then!" "I cannot say as to that. The man who _didn't_ spout proverbs set the other's scruples at rest, first, by asserting that there was not the least danger of detection; and secondly, by declaring that you would not sustain any injury, because the property was certain to come to him, soon or late, anyhow. Whereupon the drunken Solomon muttered, sotto voce, 'Into the mouth of a bad dog, often falls a good bone,' and appeared to sign his name as required. At least, I heard the scratching of a pen on paper; and, after that, some money was told out on the table, as a first instalment of the bribe agreed upon; and another instalment was to be paid at the same place to-morrow. Do you get any light on the transaction yet?" Bergan looked very grave. He remembered old Rue's assertion that Doctor Remy had wedded Carice simply to get possession of the Hall estates, through his uncle's will in her favor. "Was the first voice that of an educated man?" he asked. "Thoroughly so; an exceedingly distinct, even intonation, and the language was well chosen, too. It would have been a very pleasant voice to the ear, except that it seemed to lack heart, emotion; it was just clear and cold, like ice. Are you beginning to see your way through the affair?" "Very dimly, if at all. But I think that I know the parties." "Is there anything to be done about it? Can I help you in any way?" Bergan shook his head. He remembered that Doctor Remy was the husband of Carice. He sat silent, his heart swelling with unselfish pain and pity for the pure, delicate nature thus linked to the dark and vile one; he hoped that the latter had not lost the art of concealing somewhat of its hideousness. Mr. Unwick rose. "I will not detain you any longer. I am glad--or sorry, whichever is proper--that my story proves to be of so little importance." "Thank you, nevertheless, for taking the trouble to come and tell it to me. By the way, did you get the child you went after?" "Not yet; the grandmother declared that it was not in the house, though I did not believe her. Bad woman as she is, I think she really loves it, and would like to keep it. But I was authorized to offer her a considerable sum of money to get it quietly out of her hands; and she knows that the law gives the father the right to dispose of its future. I am going, to-morrow afternoon, to get a final answer from her, after she has consulted with her husband, who was out when I was there."