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that Mr. Hudson had come across, received an access to his cupboard. Mr.

Hudson knew that his days were counted and after his demise, such an innocent
and childish son as Joey wouldn’t be able to come to grips with the convulsive
state that his life would be in. He was not sharp-witted enough to handle the legal
formalities, and naturally, the responsibility was handed over to Harrison. Behind
the mask of Harrison’s love for the Hudson family was hidden a man of hideous
temperament whose sole purpose in life was to churn money; a nature inflated by
his quick wit. He immediately sought ways to put Mr. Hudson’s will into his own
money making business. The will was folded carelessly and put into a brown

leather bag which had as its constituents, a heap of other useless documents,
which were hardly ever touched. New papers were soon made and Mr. Hudson
perished only after signing “SAMUEL HU”  suddenly his pen and pulse stopped
altogether. Harrison had to make a quick decision and hatched a plan of forging
the “DSON”, but little did he know that this skilful craft of his was going to bring
his own misery in the near future.

Joey’s inheritance was thus easily confiscated by Harrison which he
eventually sold to Mrs. Margaret at a lump sum price. On the other hand, Mr.
Hudson’s brown leather bag consisting of the original will of Mr. Hudson was
taken away by Harrison and chucked at one of the murkiest corners of his house
where no eye of the Hudson family could have fallen upon.

Soon after, Mrs. Margaret brought into the premises of her newly gained
property, a real estate lawyer. Thereafter, a local surveyor was called upon to
comprehend the limits of the estate, but to Mrs. Margaret’s horror, a thorough
examination of the papers by the surveyor gestured at Harrison’s forgery.

“Don’t try to fool me, Missus”, exclaimed the surveyor. “Mr. Hudson had

been a loyal customer of the bank I just retired from; I have known his signature
by heart. I have always been a witness to those shivering hands and I assure you,
this is a strict case of forgery.”

Mrs. Margaret was at her wit’s end when the real estate lawyer too left her
abandoned. The restless perspiring woman went back home with overwhelming
anguish and vexation for the sly Harrison. Her desire to reach the truth provoked

her to call Harrison right away.

“Get me the real papers, you swine, or have a good luck spending the rest
of your life behind the bars.” Mrs. Margaret screamed in an intimidating tone.

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