"Enter," he said, unlocking the door.
Gilbert did so, feeling, at the same time, a queer sensation, as he thought of the attempt that might be made at violence. However, he was not wanting in courage, and did not deign to give audience to fear.
"Sit down," said Mr. Grey, abruptly.
Gilbert seated himself near the door. His uncle drew up a chair for himself, but, as our hero noted, placed it between him and the door.
"He wants to cut me off from escape," he thought. "Never mind; he"ll let me go when he finds he can"t make anything by keeping me."
"Well," said his uncle, when they were seated, "let me know all about this precious plot you have been hatching."
"I am engaged in no plot, Mr. Grey," said Gilbert, steadily.
"Of course not. Conspirators are the last to admit the real character of their designs. But that don"t alter the fact. You have laid a plot for getting possession of my property, and, to this end, have forged a paper, which you think will help you."
"You are quite mistaken, Mr. Grey. I have Jacob Morton"s written confession of his agency in carrying me away from Cincinnati. I knew nothing of it till he spoke to me on this subject, and placed the paper in my hands."
"Have you the paper with you?"
Gilbert didn"t answer this question, since he could not have said truly that he had Jacob"s confession with him. It was merely his own copy.
But he drew the paper from his breast-pocket, and handed it to his uncle.
Mr. Grey took the paper, and ran his eye rapidly over it. His countenance changed, for he saw that it would have great weight in a court of justice, completely substantiating Gilbert"s claims to the estate which he wrongfully held.
"Well," he said, looking up, after he had finished reading the paper, "I have read this doc.u.ment, and I have no hesitation in p.r.o.nouncing it a vile forgery. It shall meet the fate it merits."
So saying, he hastily tore it across the middle, and proceeded to tear it into still smaller pieces.
"Now, young man," he said, sarcastically, "as I have no further business with you, I will bid you a very good-day," and he bowed, mockingly.
"I think you are mistaken about our business being settled," said Gilbert, quietly.
"Your forged doc.u.ment will help you little," said Mr. Grey, triumphantly. "I have torn it into a hundred pieces."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Your forged doc.u.ment will help you little," said Mr.
Grey, triumphantly. "I have torn it into a hundred pieces."--Page 138.]
"It is of no consequence," said our hero, calmly. "_It is only a copy of the original paper._"
CHAPTER XX.
BAFFLED, BUT NOT DISCOURAGED.
The triumphant look on the face of James Grey faded, and was replaced by one of baffled rage and disappointment.
"It"s a lie!" he exclaimed, speaking rather what he wished than what he believed.
"You are mistaken," said Gilbert, in the same calm tone. "The paper you have just torn up was in my own handwriting."
"I have no doubt of that. I thought, all the time, that it was an imposture which you had got up."
"I made a copy of it from the original this morning," said our hero.
"Why did you not bring the original, if there is one?"
"Because I was afraid you might be tempted to destroy it. It seems I was right," added Gilbert, with a glance at the torn pieces of paper which littered the carpet at his feet.
James Grey was terribly provoked. He had "shown his hand," so to speak, and gained nothing by it. If his nephew"s story was true, the dreaded paper was still in existence, and likely to be guarded more carefully than ever. Gilbert"s calmness was a strong indication of the correctness of his story. Were the real paper destroyed, he could not help showing agitation.
"Do you mean to say that you have another paper than this?" he demanded.
"I do," said our hero.
"You must show me that, or I shall not believe you have it."
"I am not quite a fool, Uncle James," said Gilbert. "I know as well as you how valuable that paper is, and I am not going to risk it."
"You seem to be a remarkably prudent young man," said Mr. Grey, with a sneer--"quite an old head upon young shoulders."
"I ought to be," said Gilbert. "I was educated to the streets of New York. There I had to knock about for myself and earn my own living, at an age when most boys are carefully looked after by their parents. I learned to look out for my own interests there. I am indebted to you for that kind of training. You must not complain now if I use it against you."
Mr. Grey sat a moment in deep and troubled thought. This nephew of his turned out to be a decidedly formidable opponent. How could he cope with him?
"Have you told any one in this city about these false claims of yours?"
he asked, after awhile.
"I have not spoken to any one about _false_ claims," said Gilbert, coldly.
"Call them what you will. Have you spoken of having any claims to my brother"s property to any one here?"
"I have."
"To whom?"
"To Mr. Ferguson."
James Grey frowned. Mr. Ferguson was one of the last men to whom he would have wished the communication known.
"He must have laughed at your ridiculous story."
"On the contrary, he fully believes it."
"I did not think him so gullible. Have you spoken to him about my being in the city?"