"I have."
"Did he know you were to call upon me this afternoon?"
"I told him before I came."
Things were evidently getting more serious than Mr. Grey had supposed.
Not only was Gilbert a young man who meant business, but he was backed by a merchant of standing, whose former connection with the Grey family made his co-operation and favor of no slight importance. James Grey saw that he must temporize. Had he followed out his inclination, he would have sprung upon his obdurate nephew and pounded him to a jelly. But unfortunately he was in a civilized city, where laws are supposed to afford some protection from personal a.s.sault, and this course, therefore, was not to be thought of. Since violence, then, was not practicable, he must have recourse to stratagem, and, to put Gilbert temporarily off his guard, he must play a part.
"Well, young man," he said, at length, "I am not prepared at present to p.r.o.nounce a definite opinion upon your claim. Of course, if really convinced that you were my nephew, I would acknowledge you to be such."
"I have some doubts as to that," thought Gilbert.
"But it does not seem to me very probable that such is the case. Of course, I objected to being duped by an impostor. You cannot blame me for that."
"No."
"At first, your claim appeared to me preposterous, and I p.r.o.nounced it to be so. Upon reflection, though I strongly doubt its genuineness, I am willing to take time to consider it."
"That is fair," said Gilbert.
"I shall consult with a lawyer on the subject, and inst.i.tute some inquiries of my own. Then, besides, my time will be partly occupied with other business, on which I have come hither. You may come again, say in a week, and I shall perhaps be able to give you a definite answer."
"Very well," said Gilbert. "Good-morning."
"Good-morning," responded his uncle, following him to the door. "I"d like to kick you down stairs, you young villain," he added, _sotto voce_.
James Grey shut the door of his chamber, and sat down to think. It was certainly an emergency that called for serious thought. Gilbert"s claim would strip him of four-fifths of his fortune, and reduce him from a rich man to a comparatively poor one.
"I am not safe as long as that paper exists," he concluded. "It must be stolen from the boy, in some way." But how? He felt that he wanted an unscrupulous tool through whose agency he might get possession of old Jacob"s confession. That destroyed, he could snap his fingers at Gilbert, and live undisturbed in the possession of the fortune he wrongfully withheld from him.
Sometimes the devil sends to evil men precisely what they most want, and so it turned out in this particular instance.
That evening Mr. Grey was walking thoughtfully in the street, reflecting upon his difficult situation, when his sharp ears caught the sound of his nephew"s name, p.r.o.nounced by two boys, or young men, in front of him. Not to keep the reader in suspense, they were Maurice Walton and a friend of his, named Isaac Baker.
"I tell you, Baker," said Maurice, warmly, "it"s the greatest piece of injustice my being paid only half the salary of that sneak, Gilbert Grey."
"I suppose he"s a favorite with Ferguson, isn"t he?"
"That"s just it. I"m as good a clerk as he is, any day, yet he gets twenty dollars a week, while I only get ten. It"s enough to make a fellow swear."
"Did you ever speak to Ferguson about it?"
"Yes, but that was all the good it did. He seems to think there"s n.o.body like Grey."
"How did Grey get in with him?"
"I believe he"s a nephew of the man Ferguson used to work for. Besides he"s got a way of getting round people. He"s a humbug and a hypocrite."
Maurice spoke with bitterness, and evidently felt strongly on the subject. He had another grievance, which he did not choose to speak of, of which our readers have already had a glimpse. His cousin, Bessie Benton, persisted in the bad taste of preferring Gilbert to him. Of course they were too young for anything serious; but, in the social gatherings to which all three were invited, Bessie was, of course, the recipient of attentions from both, and she had, on more than one occasion, shown unmistakably her preference for Gilbert Grey. Only two evenings previous, she had danced with Gilbert, but, when Maurice applied, had told him her card was full. It was not an intentional slight, and, had he come up earlier, he would have been successful in securing her. But he chose to regard it as a slight, and this naturally embittered him still more, partly against his cousin, but most of all against Gilbert, who, both in business and with the fair s.e.x, seemed to have eclipsed him.
"I suppose, under the circ.u.mstances, you don"t like Grey much?" said his companion.
"Like him!" returned Maurice, with bitter emphasis. "I should think not. He"s a mean grasping fellow, and I hate him. He"s got the inside track now, but my turn may come some time."
James Grey listened to this conversation with increasing interest. It seemed to open a way for him to success.
"Come," thought he, "here is just the fellow I want. He hates my dangerous nephew, and can easily be molded to my purposes. I will follow him, and, as soon as I can speak to him alone, I will see if I cannot win him to my side."
CHAPTER XXI.
A CONSPIRACY.
James Grey continued to follow Maurice Walton and his companion until his patience was nearly exhausted. At length, just as the city clocks were striking ten, Baker said:
"Well, Walton, I must bid you good-night."
"Won"t you walk home with me? It isn"t far out of your way."
"Can"t do it to-night. The fact is, I want to see the governor before he retires. I"m hard up, and shall try to get a ten-dollar bill out of him."
"I wish you success. As to being "hard up," I can sympathize with you.
Couldn"t you ask him for an extra ten for me?"
"I would if there was any chance of getting it, but I"m afraid my own chance is slim enough."
"If I only got Grey"s salary, I wouldn"t ask favors of anybody; but how is a fellow to get along on ten dollars a week?"
"Just so. Well, good-night."
"Good-night."
Baker walked off, and Maurice Walton walked on by himself. He had taken but a few steps when Mr. Grey, quickening his pace, laid his hand upon his shoulder.
"Mr. Walton," said he.
Maurice turned quickly.
"You must excuse the liberty I have taken in addressing you, being a stranger; but I heard you, when in conversation with the young man who has just left you, mention the name of Gilbert Grey."
"Yes, sir, I mentioned his name," said Maurice. "Do you know him?"
"I have spoken with him, but I know very little about him. I judge that you do."
"We are in the same store," said Maurice; "but we are not intimate friends."