'Then you confess you put the forged will there?' Mr. Hayes said, getting to business. White looked about him helplessly. He missed his headpiece, the instigator of the plot. 'Well, it was like this, my lady,' he began, turning to Lady Georgina, and wriggling to gain time. 'You see, his lordship and Mr. Higginson----' he twirled his thumbs and tried to invent something plausible. Lady Georgina swooped. 'No rigmarole!' she said, sharply. 'Do you confess you put it there or do you not--reptile?' Her vehemence startled him. 'Yes, I confess I put it there,' he said at last, blinking. 'As soon as the breath was out of Mr. Ashurst's body I put it there.' He began to whimper. 'I'm a poor man with a wife and family, sir,' he went on, 'though in Mr. Ashurst's time I always kep' that quiet; and his lordship offered to pay me well for the job; and when you're paid well for a job yourself, sir----' Mr. Hayes waved him off with one imperious hand. 'Sit down in the corner there, man, and don't move or utter another word,' he said, sternly, 'until I order you. You will be in time still for me to produce at Bow Street.' Just at that moment, Lord Southminster swaggered back, accompanied by a couple of unwilling policemen. 'Oh, I say,' he cried, bursting in and staring around him, jubilant. 'Look heah, Georgey, _are_ you going quietly, or must I ask these coppahs to evict you?' He was wreathed in smiles now, and had evidently been fortifying himself with brandies and soda. Lady Georgina rose in her wrath. 'Yes, I'll go if you wish it, Bertie,' she answered, with calm irony. 'I'll leave the house as soon as you like--for the present--till we come back again with Harold and _his_ policemen to evict you. This house is Harold's. Your game is played, boy.' She spoke slowly. 'We have found the other will--we have discovered Higginson's present address in Paris--and we know from White how he and you arranged this little conspiracy.' [Illustration: WELL, THIS IS A FAIR KNOCK-OUT, HE EJACULATED.] She rapped out each clause in this last accusing sentence with deliberate effect, like so many pistol-shots. Each bullet hit home. The pea-green young man, drawing back and staring, stroked his shadowy moustache with feeble fingers in undisguised astonishment. Then he dropped into a chair and fixed his gaze blankly on Lady Georgina. 'Well, this is a fair knock-out,' he ejaculated, fatuously disconcerted. 'I wish Higginson was heah. I really don't quite know what to do without him. That fellah had squared it all up so neatly, don't yah know, that I thought there couldn't be any sort of hitch in the proceedings.' 'You reckoned without Lois,' Lady Georgina said, calmly. 'Ah, Miss Cayley--that's true. I mean, Mrs. Tillington. Yaas, yaas, I know, she's a doosid clevah person--for a woman,--now isn't she?'