They went upstairs again to the boudoir.
'Sit down,' Mutimer said briefly.
He himself continued to stand, again examining the will.
'I should think,' he began slowly, 'it's as likely as not that this is a forgery.' 'A forgery?
But who could have--' Her voice failed.
'He's not likely to have run the risk himself, I suppose,' Mutimer pursued, with a quiet sneer, 'but no doubt there are people who would benefit by it.' Adela had an impulse of indignation.

It showed intself in her cold, steady reply.
'The will was thick with dust.

It has been lying there a long time.' 'Of course.

They wouldn't bungle over an important thing like this.' He was once more scrutinising her.

The suspicion was a genuine one, and involved even more than Adela could imagine.