"I do not allude to the forgery, though that is bad enough," said Cuthbert, glancing round to see that the door was closed, "but to the murder of your aunt.

You killed her." Basil leaped from his chair with great indignation.

"I did not.

How dare you accuse me ?" he panted.
"Because I have proofs." "Proofs ?" Basil dropped back as though he had been shot.
"Yes.

I learned from my man that you took the bowie knife which used to hang on the wall yonder.