Still, we must do what we can, and at once.

But first, there are one or two things I want to ask you young men--you said, Mr.Vickers, that Chatfield solemnly insisted to you that he did not know that the man who had posed as Marston Greyle was not Marston Greyle ?" "He did," replied Vickers, "and though Chatfield is an unmitigated old scoundrel, I believe him." "You do!" exclaimed Gilling, who was listening eagerly.

"Oh, come!" "I do--as a professional man," answered Vickers, stoutly, and with an appealing glance at his brother solicitor.

"Mr.Petherton will tell you that we lawyers have a curious gift of intuition.

With all Chatfield's badness, I do really believe that the old fellow does not know whether the man we'll call the Squire is Marston Greyle or not! He's doubtful--he's puzzled--but he doesn't know." "Odd!" murmured Sir Cresswell, after a minute's silence.