He was in evening-dress.

He doubled up a few of his joints and deposited himself in a deep arm-chair--the twin of Barker's--on the other side of the fireplace.
"I thought very likely you would be here before the evening was out," said Mr.Barker.

"Yes," he continued after a pause, "that is the reason I came here.

I wanted to see you on business, and I missed you to-day down town." "Oh! business, did you say ?" inquired the other, rubbing his bony nose and looking at the empty grate.
"Yes, rather important to you--more than to myself, though it concerns me too.

You have a new client, I believe; the nephew of our old partner Mr.Lindstrand." "Dr.Claudius ?" asked the lawyer, looking up.
"He calls himself so, at any rate," said Barker.
"What do you mean ?" asked Mr.Screw quickly, shifting his position.
"Do you think you have taken all the necessary steps towards ascertaining that he is the heir--the right man--the real Dr.Claudius ?" "Great heavens!" exclaimed the lawyer, surprised and terribly frightened by Barker's insinuation, "you don't mean to say there is any doubt about it, do you ?" "I am inclined to think there is doubt--yes, decidedly.