This too she brought forth, and, having slipped the ring on her finger, looked to see what she had found.
It was parchment She unfolded it, and saw that it was covered with writing in a clerkly hand.

How strange! 'This is the last will and testament of me, RICHMOND MUTIMER--' Her hand shook.

She felt as if the sides of the pew were circling about her, as if she stood amid falling and changing things.
She looked to the foot of the sheet.
'In witness whereof I, the said Richard Mutimer, have hereunto set my hand this seventeenth day of October, 187-.' The date was some six months prior to old Richard Mutimer's death.
This could be nothing but the will which every one believed him to have destroyed.
Adela sank upon the seat.

Her ring! Had she picked it up?
Yes; it was again upon her finger.

How had it chanced to fall down below?
She rose again and examined the cupboard; there was a gap of four or five inches at the back of the upper shelf.
Had the will fallen in the same way?
Adela conjectured that thus it had been lost, though when or under what circumstances she could not imagine.