"But I was in too great a hurry and
forged Mr. Clymer's signature to a check for five thousand dollars
and presented it at the Metropolis Trust Company. As luck would
have it Mr. Turnbull cashed it for me himself."
"But didn't he suspect you?" exclaimed Clymer. He had gradually
recovered from the shock of Rochester's charges on his arrival,
and was listening with keen attention to Sylvester's confession.
"No. I made the check payable to Colonel McIntyre and forged his
endorsement," Sylvester spoke with an air of pride, and he smiled
in malicious enjoyment as, catching his eye, Barbara shrank back
and sheltered herself behind Kent. "Mr. Turnbull accepted the
check; later something must have aroused his suspicions, and I
found when he questioned me that he believed Colonel McIntyre had
forged the check."
"Good heavens! You let him think that?" gasped McIntyre; then
wrath gained the mastery. "You scoundrel!"
"Oh, I encouraged him to think it," Sylvester grinned again. "You
must have handed Mr. Turnbull a raw deal; he was so ready to think
evil of you.
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