Part 29 (1/2)

”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.