Explore "Blackmail!" by Fred M. White on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The blinds were again up at Broadwater, but there were shadows everywhere. An uneasy sense of impending calamity hung over everyone, a feeling that something was going to happen. Yet Sir George was buried in the family vault now, and Burlinson made no sign. If he had anything startling to disclose at the forthcoming inquest, he kept the facts strictly to himself. But Lancelot was not thinking of that. He was amazed and stunned by the disclosures made by Malcolm Stott.
If that little mild-eyed scoundrel made the discovery public it would bear hard on Lance. And Stott was in a position to prove everything he said. More than one copy of the old disused play was still extant, and in each the letter of the suicide was identical with the letter left by Sir George. What infernal roguery was at the bottom of the whole business? And how had the thing been managed? Lance thought it all over till his brain fairly reeled. And the more he thought of it the worse it looked for him.