He first of all made his way down to the Post Office, where he rapidly dispatched several cablegrams which he had coded and written out in Mr.
Harrison's private office.

Afterwards he went on to the Terrace, and finding a retired seat at the further end, sat down.

Then he drew the forged order once more from his pocket.

Word by word, line by line, he studied it, and the more he studied it, the more hopeless the whole thing seemed.

The handwriting, with the exception of the signature, which was a wonderful imitation of his own, was the handwriting of his wife.