As we approached the lodge, we found our stout friend in the act of retiring in favour of the night porter. Thorndyke handed him the key of the chambers, and, after a few sympathetic inquiries, about his health⁠—which was obviously very indifferent⁠—said:

“Let me see; you were one of the witnesses to Mr. Blackmore’s will, I think?”

“I was, sir,” replied the porter.

“And I believe you read the document through before you witnessed the signature?”

“I did, sir.”

“Did you read it aloud?”