"How one may be deceived!" she uttered.

"Mr.
Lionel, I'd freely have laid my life upon it." "It was not exactly my place to speak, sir: to give my opinion beforehand," interposed Tynn; "but I was sure that was not the lost codicil, by the very look of it.

The codicil might have been about that size, and it had a big seal like that; but it was different in appearance." "All that puzzled me was, how it could have got into the shirt-drawer," cried Mrs.Tynn.

"As it has turned out not to be the codicil, of course there's no mystery about that.

It may have been lying there weeks and weeks before the master died." Lionel signed to them to leave the room: there was nothing to call for their remaining in it.