"I see you know him. I am trying to help him and her."
"But you asked for Mr. Waring?" said Jane, suspiciously.
"So I did. Shall I tell you why?"
"I wish you would."
"I think he has something to do with gettin" Dodger out of the way, and I"m goin" to try to find out."
"He won"t tell you."
"You don"t understand. I shall make him think I am on his side. Was he at home last night?"
"He went away at dinner time, and he didn"t come home till after twelve. I ought to know, for he forgot his latchkey, and I had to get up and let him in. I won"t do it again. I"ll let him stay out first."
"I see; he was with Dodger, no doubt. Did you say he was in?"
"No, sir; but he will be in directly. Won"t you step into the library?"
"Shall I meet the old gentleman there?" asked Bolton, in a tone of hesitation.
"No. He goes up to his chamber directly after dinner."
"How is he?"
"I think he"s failing."
"I hope there is no immediate danger," said Bolton, anxiously.
"No; but he"s worrying about Miss Florence. It"s my belief that if she were at home, he"d live a good while."
"Doesn"t he ask for her?"
"Mr. Curtis tells him she"ll come round soon if he"ll only be firm. I don"t see, for my part, why Mr. Linden wants her to marry such a disagreeable man. There"s plenty better husbands she could get. Come in, sir, and I"ll tell him as soon as he comes in. Shall you see Miss Florence soon?"
"I think so."
"Then tell her not to give up. Things will come right some time."
"I"ll tell her."
Bolton was ushered into the library, where, amid the fashionable furniture he looked quite out of place. He did not feel so, however, for he drew a cigar out of his pocket and, lighting it nonchalantly, leaned back in a luxurious armchair and began to smoke.
"Curtis Waring is well fixed--that"s a fact!" he soliloquized. "I suppose he is the master here, for the old man isn"t likely to interfere. Still he will like it better when his uncle is out of the way."
He had to wait but fifteen minutes in solitude, for at the end of that time Curtis Waring appeared.
He paused on the threshold, and frowned when he saw who it was that awaited him.
"Jane told me that a gentleman was waiting to see me," he said.
"Well, she was right."
"And you, I suppose, are the gentleman?" said Curtis, in a sneering tone.
"Yes; I am the gentleman," remarked Bolton, coolly.
"I am not in the habit of receiving visits from gentlemen of your cla.s.s. However, I suppose you have an object in calling."
"It shall go hard with me if I don"t pay you for your sneers some day," thought Bolton; but he remained outwardly unruffled.
"Well," he answered, "I can"t say that I have any particular business to see you about. I saw your cousin recently."
"Florence?" asked Curtis, eagerly.
"Yes."
"What did she say? Did you speak with her?"
"Yes. She doesn"t seem any more willin" to marry you."
Curtis Waring frowned.
"She is a foolish girl," he said. "She doesn"t know her own mind."
"She looks to me like a gal that knows her own mind particularly well."
"Pshaw! what can you know about it?"
"Then you really expect to marry her some time, Mr. Waring?"
"Certainly I do."
"And to inherit your uncle"s fortune?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"I was thinkin" of the boy."
"The boy is dead----"
"What!" exclaimed Bolton, jumping to his feet in irresistible excitement.
"Don"t be a fool. Wait till I finish my sentence. He is dead so far as his prospects are concerned. Who is there that can identify him with the lost child of John Linden?"
"I can."
"Yes; if any one would believe you. However, it is for your interest to keep silent."