'There is more to hear, Sir Samuel--not much more. But it drives the nail home--a nail in their coffin, I hope and trust.' 'Go on. Let me hear all.' 'You've caught on, have you, to all I said about Edmund Gray of 22 South Square--him as was mentioned eight years ago--and about the handwriting being the same now as then?' 'Yes.' 'So that the same hand which forged the cheque then has forged the letters now?' 'Quite so.' 'I said then--and I say now--that young Arundel forged that cheque. I say now that he is the forger of these letters, and that Austin stood in with him and was his confidant. What do you think of this? To-night, after office, I thought I would go and have a look at 22 South Square. So I walked up and down on the other side: my eyes are pretty good still: I thought I should perhaps see something presently over the way. So I did. Who should come into the Square, marching along as if the old place, Benchers and all, belonged to him, but Mr. Athelstan Arundel! He pulled up at No. 22--No. 22, mind--Edmund Gray's number--he walked up-stairs--I heard him--to the second floor--Edmund Gray's floor.' 'Good Lord!' cried Sir Samuel. 'This is suspicious with a vengeance.' 'Oh! but I haven't done. I stayed where I was, wondering if he would come down, and whether I should meet him and ask him what he was doing with Edmund Gray. And then--I was richly rewarded--oh! rich was the reward, for who should come into the Square but young Austin himself! He, too, went up the stairs of No. 22. And there I left them both, and came away--came to put the case into your hands.' 'What do you want me to do?' 'I want you to advise me. What shall I do? There is my case complete--I don't suppose you want a more complete case--for any Court of Justice.' 'Well, as for that, I'm not a lawyer. As a City man, if a clerk of mine was in such a suspicious position as young Austin, I should ask him for full explanations. You've got no actual proof, you see, that he, or Athelstan either, did the thing.' 'I beg your pardon, Sir Samuel. I'm only a clerk, and you're a great City Knight, but I don't know what better proof you want. Don't I see young Austin pretending not to know who Edmund Gray is, and then going up to his Chambers to meet his pal Athelstan Arundel? Ain't that proof? Don't I tell you that the same hand had been at work in both forgeries? Isn't that hand young Arundel's?' 'Checkley, I see that you are greatly interested in this matter----' 'I would give--ah!--twenty pounds--yes, twenty hard-earned pounds to see those two young gentlemen in the Dock--where they shall be--where they shall be,' he repeated. His trembling voice, cracked with old age, seemed unequally wedded to the malignity of his words and his expression.