he attorney's assistance
than without it. The two, willing it together, might be very powerful.
But then Mr. Grey would hardly dare to do it. His father knew that he
was dying; but Mr. Grey had no such easy mode of immediate escape if
detected. And his father was endowed with a courage as peculiar as it
was great. He did not think that Mr. Grey was so brave a man as his
father. And then he could trace the payment of no large sum to Mr.
Grey,--such as would have been necessary as a bribe in such a case.
Augustus suspected Mr. Grey, on and off. But Mr. Grey was sure that
Augustus suspected his own father. Now, of one thing Mr. Grey was
certain:--Augustus was, in truth, the rightful heir. The squire had at
first contrived to blind him,--him, Mr. Grey,--partly by his own
acuteness, partly through the carelessness of himself and those in his
office, partly by the subornation of witnesses who seemed to have been
actually prepared for such an event. But there could be no subsequent
blinding. Mr. Grey had a well-earned reputation for professional
acuteness and honesty. He knew there was no need for such suspicions as
those now entertained by the young man; but he knew also that they
existed, and he hated the young man for entertaining them.

When he arrived at Tretton Park he first of all saw Mr. Septimus Jones,
with whom he was not acquainted. "Mr. Scarborough will be here directly.
He is out somewhere about the stables," said Mr. Jones, in that tone of
voice with which a guest at the house,--a guest for pleasure,--may address
sometimes a guest who is a guest on business. In such a case the guest
on pleasure cannot be a gentleman, and must suppose that the guest on
business is not one either.

Mr. Grey, thinking that the Mr. Scarborough spoken of could not be the
squire, put Mr. Jones right. "It is the elder Mr. Scarborough whom I
wish to see. There is quite time enough. No doubt Miss Scarborough will
be down presently."

"You are Mr. Grey, I believe?"

"That is my name."

"My friend, Augustus Scarborough, is particularly anxious to see you
before you go to his father. The old man is in very failing health, you
know."

"I am well acquainted with the state of Mr. Scarborough's health," said
Mr. Grey, "and will leave it to himself to say when I shall see him.
Perhaps to-morrow will be best." Then he rung the bell; but the servant
entered the room at the same moment and summoned him up to the squire's
chamber. Mr. Scarbor