Observe that date," said Mr.
Caryll, and he pointed to the document in Mr.Templeton's hand.
Mr.Templeton read the date aloud--"1692"-- and then the name of the deceased--"Antoinette de Beaulieu de Maligny.

What of it ?" he demanded.
"You will understand that when I show you the paper I took from this desk, the paper that I obtained as a consequence of my violence to Mr.
Green.

I think you will consider, sir, that if ever the end justified the means, it did so in this case.

Here was something very different from the paltry matter of treason that is alleged against me." And he passed the secretary a third paper.
Over Mr.Templeton's shoulder, Rotherby and his mother, who--drawn by the overpowering excitement that was mastering them--had approached in silence, were examining the document with wide-open, startled eyes, fearing by very instinct, without yet apprehending the true nature of the revelation that was to come.
"God!" shrieked her ladyship, who took in the meaning of this thing before Rotherby had begun to suspect it.

"'Tis a forgery!" "That were idle, when the original entry in the register is to be seen in, the Church of St.Antoine, madam," answered Mr.Caryll.