But, struggle as I would, no general conclusion could be made to emerge from the mass of apparently disconnected facts.
"Well ?" Thorndyke said presently, after watching with grave interest my unavailing efforts; "what do you make of it ?" "Nothing!" I exclaimed desperately, slapping the paper down on the table.

"Of course, I can see that there are some queer coincidences.

But how do they bear on the case?
I understand that you want to upset this will; which we know to have been signed without compulsion or even suggestion in the presence of two respectable men, who have sworn to the identity of the document.

That is your object, I believe ?" "Certainly it is." "Then I am hanged if I see how you are going to do it.

Not, I should say, by offering a group of vague coincidences that would muddle any brain but your own." Thorndyke chuckled softly but pursued the subject no farther.
"Put that paper in your file with your other notes," he said, "and think it over at your leisure.