"I see through the whole thing now. Mrs. Fairfax trumped up a will in
favor of herself, a brilliant scheme. I admire her grit immensely. Ah,
yes, here is the real will, in the same handwriting as the letter. Yes,
it gives all to his daughter Faynie. And here is the spurious one, a
good imitation, I admit, still an expert could easily detect the
handwriting of Mrs. Fairfax from beginning to end--signature and all.
"I think I will take charge of this one giving all the Fairfax wealth to
Faynie."
But he did not succeed in transferring it to his pocket, for like a
flash it was snatched from his hand.
With a horrible oath, Kendale wheeled about.
One glance, and his eyes fairly bulged from their sockets, his face grew
ashen white, his teeth chattered, and the blood in his veins seemed
suddenly to turn to ice.
"Great Heaven! It is a ghost!" he yelled at the top of his voice; "the
ghost of Faynie!"
CHAPTER XXX.
AT THE LAST.
The sound of that hoarse, piercing, awful cry echoed and re-echoed to
every portion of the house, and in less time than it takes to relate it,
the servants in a body, headed by Mrs.
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