LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
one could pay them but Miss de Genneville, who had refused to do it except at the price of this humiliating confession.
A look of intelligence passed between mother and son. Intercepted by Lady Molly and interpreted by her, it seemed to suggest the idea of humouring the old aunt, for the moment, until the forgeries were safely out of the money-lender's hands, then of mollifying her later on, when perhaps she would have forgotten, or sunk deeper into helplessness and imbecility.
As if in answer to his mother's look the young man now said curtly:
"I must know what use you mean to make of the confession if I do write it."
"That will depend on yourself," replied Mademoiselle, dryly. "You may be sure that I will not willingly send my own nephew to penal servitude."
For another moment the young man hesitated, then he sat down, sullen and wrathful, and said:
"I'll write—you may dictate"
The old woman laughed a short, dry, sarcastic laugh. Then, at her dictation, Amédé wrote:
"I, Amédé, Marquis de Terhoven, hereby make confession to having forged Mademoiselle Angela de Genneville's name to the annexed bills, thereby obtaining the sum of one hundred thousand francs from Abraham Rubinstein, of Brest."
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