They both looked at Mr. Flexen, who was examining the letter through a magnifying glass.
He studied it for a good two minutes, turned to them with a quiet smile of triumph on his face and said: "I've never seen Lord Loudwater's signature. But this is a forgery."
"A forgery?" said the manager sharply, stepping quickly towards Mr. Flexen with outstretched hand.
"I'm not surprised to hear it," said Mr. Carrington.
"Well, the signature is not written with the natural ease with which a man signs his name," said Mr. Flexen, giving the letter to Mr. Harrison.
Mr. Harrison studied it carefully. Then he pressed a button on his desk and bade the clerk who came bring all the letters they had received from Lord Loudwater during the last three months of his life and bring them quickly.
Then he turned to Mr. Flexen and said stiffly: "I'm bound to say that the signature looks perfectly right to me."
"I've no doubt that it's a good forgery. It was done by a very clever man," said Mr. Flexen.
"A first-class young scoundrel," Mr. Carrington amended.
"We shall soon see," said Mr. Harrison, politely incredulous.
The clerk came with the letters. There were eight
