“Which he thought it expedient to have in the presence of my friend, Mr. Jones.  Mr. Jones is very well in his way, but he is not acquainted with all my affairs.”

“Your son, Mr. Scarborough, has made no tender to me of any information.”

“Nor, sir, has Mr. Grey sought for any information from me.”  During this little dialogue Mr. Scarborough turned his face, with a smile, from one to the other, without a word.

“If Mr. Grey has anything to suggest in the way of advice, let him suggest it,” said Augustus.

“Now, Mr. Grey,” said the squire, with the same smile.

“Till I get farther information,” said Mr. Grey, “I can only limit myself to giving the advice which I offered to you yesterday.”

“Perhaps you will repeat it, so that he may hear it,” said the squire.

“If you get a list of those to whom your son Mountjoy owes money, and an assurance that the moneys named in that list have been from time to time lent by them to him,—­the actual amount, I mean,—­then I think that if you and your son Augustus shall together choose to pay those amounts, you will make the best reparation in your power for the injury you have no doubt done in having contrived that it should be understood that Mountjoy was legitimate.”

“You need not discuss,” said the squire, “any injuries that I have done.  I have done a great many, no doubt.”

“But,” continued the lawyer, “before any such payment is made, close inquiries should be instituted as to the amounts of money which have absolutely passed.”

“We should certainly be taken in,” said the squire.  “I have great admiration for Mr. Samuel Hart.  I do believe that it would be found impossible to extract the truth from Mr. Samuel Hart.  If Mr. Samuel Hart does not make money yet out of poor Mountjoy I shall be surprised.”

“The truth may be ascertained,” said Mr. Grey.  “You should get some accountant to examine the checks.”

“When I remember how easy it was to deceive some really clever men as to the evidence of my marriage—­” began Mr. Scarborough.  So the squire began, but then stopped himself, with a shrug of his shoulders.  Among the really clever men who had been easily deceived Mr. Grey was, if not actually first in importance, foremost, at any rate, in name.

“The truth may be ascertained,” Mr. Grey repeated, almost with a scowl of anger upon his brow.

“Well, yes; I suppose it may.  It will be difficult, in opposition to Mr. Samuel Hart.”

“You must satisfy yourselves, at any rate.  These men will know that they have no other hope of getting a shilling.”

“It is a little hard to make them believe anything,” said the squire.  “They fancy, you know, that if they could get a hold of Mountjoy, so as to have him in their hands when the breath is out of my body and the bonds are really due, that then it may be made to turn out that he is really the heir.”