"Do you happen to have it with you?"
"No, sir. After the experience of my last call, I prefer not to bring it."
"You can"t produce it," said James Grey, triumphantly.
"Why not?"
"Because you have no such doc.u.ment."
"You are mistaken there."
"I have the strongest reason for saying that this forged doc.u.ment, on which you so much rely, is no longer in your possession."
"I should like to know your reason," said Gilbert, struck by his uncle"s significant manner.
"Then I will tell you. It is not in your possession, because _it is in mine_!"
"What do you mean, sir?" asked Gilbert, somewhat startled.
"Just what I say. I have obtained possession of the paper which you so artfully concocted, and pretended to be the dying statement of Jacob Morton."
"What, did Mr. Ferguson give it to you?" asked Gilbert, amazed.
"Mr. Ferguson? What had he to do with it?"
"It is in his safe. I deposited it there, the morning after my interview with you."
"That is a lie!" exclaimed Mr. Grey, in excitement. "You placed it in your trunk."
"Oh!" said Gilbert, as light dawned upon him, "I understand you, now.
Before carrying it to Mr. Ferguson, I made a copy for reference, thinking, also, that you might want to look at it again. _That copy_ I left in my trunk; but the original is in Mr. Ferguson"s safe."
"I don"t believe you," said James Grey, furiously.
"It is perfectly true. I suppose that the young man who I hear called at my room one day in my absence, was your agent, and that he stole the paper."
"Out of my room, you scoundrel!" roared James Grey, whose disappointment was in proportion to his former exultation. "I defy you!"
Gilbert saw that it would be of no use to prolong the discussion. He bowed quietly, and left the room.
CHAPTER XXIV.
A SUDDEN DEPARTURE.
After James Grey"s triumphant feeling that he had spiked the guns of his young adversary, the revulsion and disappointment of defeat were all the more disheartening. He would like to have believed his tale a false one, but that was not easy. On a closer inspection of the paper which Maurice Walton had brought to him, he discovered a water-mark in the paper showing that it had only been manufactured the year previous.
As Gilbert had been in Cincinnati three years, this, of course, was sufficient to show that the doc.u.ment could not be genuine.
"Who would have imagined the fellow so shrewd?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed his uncle, pacing the room with hurried steps. "He lost no time in locking up the paper. I"m afraid he"s going to be a dangerous enemy."
Then, contemptuously:
"What a fool I am--a full-grown man, with fifty years" experience of the world, to be afraid of what a boy can do! No, he shall not gain his point. Possession is nine points of the law, and possession is mine. If he undertakes to oust me, he must be careful, for I have not lived in luxury, and grown accustomed to it for years, to resign it quietly now.
If it is going to be a fight, it shall be a desperate one."
One of the smaller mortifications which Mr. Grey experienced was that of paying Maurice Walton a hundred and ten dollars, without receiving any benefit from the outlay.
"I"d get the money back, if I could," he thought, but reflection convinced him that this would be impossible. Besides, the best way to secure Maurice"s continued silence, was to leave him in undisturbed possession of the money.
"After all, there"s one good thing about him," considered Mr. Grey, "he hates my rascally nephew. For that alone I make him welcome to the money, though he has done me no good."
How should he carry on the campaign? That was the first thing to be considered. Evidently his policy was to be pa.s.sive. He must remain on the defensive, leaving the aggressive part of the conflict to his nephew. First in the programme, he determined to leave Cincinnati at once, so that no legal process might be served upon him.
"Fortunately, the boy does not know where I live, nor can his employer give him any clew, as he, too, is ignorant of it. If he takes the trouble to call upon me again, he will find the bird flown."
James Grey was a man of quick action. He no sooner came to this determination than he proceeded to carry it out. Proceeding to the clerk"s desk, he announced his immediate departure. Then, taking care not to order a hotel carriage, lest this should afford a clew to his destination, he left the hotel with his carpet-bag in his hand, and took a cab from the next street. He was driven direct to the depot, and, in a few minutes, was on his way westward.
"How lucky it was that I took the paper from my trunk," thought Gilbert, as he left the hotel. "Probably it would, by this time, have been destroyed, had it come into my uncle"s possession. I think I"m a little ahead of him, this time."
Gilbert was not intimidated, nor were his resolutions shaken by the defiant tone in which his uncle had spoken to him. He was a spirited boy, and he meant to stick to his rights, as he understood them. He was not one to be browbeaten or cheated, and he resolved to fight out the battle.
"I will call on my uncle to-morrow evening," he resolved. "He will then have had twenty-four hours to think over the situation, and, if he is a man of sense, he will see that he can"t get over my proofs."
When Mr. Ferguson, therefore, asked him how the business progressed, he answered that nothing definite had been settled upon, but that he was to have another interview with his uncle in the evening.
"It will take some time to bring him round, I think," said his employer. "A man doesn"t resign a fine estate without some opposition.
If you should need any advice, at any time, you may apply to me freely."
"Thank you, Mr. Ferguson, I certainly will. Perhaps I may need to do it to-morrow."
In the evening our hero walked into the hotel, and, stepping up to the desk, inquired if Mr. Grey was in.
"He has gone away," was the answer.
"Gone!" exclaimed Gilbert, in manifest dismay, for that possibility had not occurred to him.
"Yes--he went away yesterday afternoon."
"Do you know where he went? From what depot?"
"I cannot tell you. He didn"t take a carriage, but walked. Probably he went home."
"Will you let me see his name on the register?"
The book was placed before him, and Gilbert, finding the entry of his uncle"s name, saw opposite it, "St. Louis, Mo."