The new-comer was furnished with refreshment, and at the end of a couple
of hours, after a long talk between Saul and Doctor Lawrence, the
visitor rejoined them, just as there was a loud ring, steps, and, to
Gertrude's great delight, the lawyer entered the room.
"Who's this?" said the young man sharply. "My fellow executor--Mr
Hampton," said the doctor. "Hampton, this is Mr George Harrington."
"Oh, indeed," said the old lawyer, setting down a very glossy silk hat,
and depositing a new pair of black kid gloves therein. "Good-morning,
my dear Miss Gertrude. Sit down, sir, pray."
"Thank ye."
"Mr Saul Harrington, are you going to stay to this little conference?"
"Certainly, sir. You know it concerns me very closely."
"Ye-es," said the lawyer, "true. Mr George Harrington?"
"Yes, sir. Mr Hampton, I am George Harrington."
"You will excuse me, I am sure."
"Oh, yes, old gentleman, go ahead."
"You see Doctor Lawrence and I are the late Mr Harrington's executors,
and we have a duty to perform. In the pursuit of that duty we shall
have to ask questions that may seem impertinent."
"Oh, I don't mind. Quite right. I'll answer, only let's get it done.
Here! I like dogs," he said softly to Gertrude, as he patted his leg,
chirruped, and Bruno wagged his tail, trotted toward him, and then
turned off, and went to the other side of where Gertrude was seated.
"Ha, ha, ha! Dog wants to hear first whether I am the genuine article."
Saul watched him closely, and the doctor and lawyer exchanged glances,
as if satisfied by the bluff nonchalant manner of the claimant, who
raised his eyes now, and looked long and searchingly at the portrait
whose eyes met his.
"Will you be good enough, sir, to tell me whose son you are?"
"Eh? George and Isabel Harrington's."
"And when you were born?"
"No! Hang it all, sir, that's a poser. Can't recollect being born."
The lawyer raised his eyebrows.
"Somewhere about five-and-twenty years ago, I believe; but I've led such
a rough life out there, that you mustn't ask me any questions about
dates or books."
"Can you tell me anything about your childhood?"
"Oh, yes. Father had a ranche, and he went gold-digging, and
prospecting, and we had an old nigger servant, who used to wash and cook
and do everything; and a half-breed chap, half Indian, half Englishman,
who used to take me out in the woods; and old Jake, that was the nigger,
used to give me rides on his back."
"But I mean about your earlier life."
"No; can't go back any farther than that."
"You remember your grandfather, of course?"
"Eh? No, how should I remember a man I never saw?"
There was a pause here, and the young man looked sharply from one to the
other, as the old lawyer cleared his throat.
"Will you be good enough to tell us any little act that you can recall."
"Well, I haven't a very good memory, gentlemen, but I've got a few notes
and letters in my pocket-book."
"Ha! documentary evidence," said the lawyer, brightening up, as the
young man took a well-worn letter-case from his pocket.
"Here's the old man's letter to me about a watch I sent him."
Gertrude's face, which had seemed pained and full of anxious care
brightened at this, and Saul bit his lip.
"To be sure--yes," said the lawyer, passing the letter to Doctor
Lawrence, who smiled and nodded.
"Then here are a few notes I made about some remittances I sent home."
"To be sure--yes," said the lawyer, eagerly scanning the pencilled
entries in the book. "Anything else, my dear sir?"
"There are some letters in one of the pockets, and the last one I
received is there, telling me to come back, and what I was to do. But
don't read that aloud," he said, smiling, as he fixed his eyes meaningly
upon Gertrude's, making her lower her lids and turn scarlet, while Saul,
who missed nothing, ground his teeth. "Private, that letter is,
gentlemen, please."
"Yes, yes, yes," said the doctor, nodding pleasantly at Gertrude; who
felt at the moment as if she would have given anything to have had with
her an elderly woman friend.
"All very satisfactory, Mr George Harrington," said the old lawyer
gravely; "but, unpleasant as it may seem, we must go a little further,
please."
"Come," said the young man, smiling, "you acknowledge me as George
Harrington, then?"
"A _lapsus lingua_--a mere slip of the tongue. Now, sir, can you give
us any other proof. Have you brought any letters of introduction from
well-known people in the States?"
"I have brought you a letter of introduction from my grandfather,
gentlemen--several."
"Yes, yes. Quite right. But any others?"
"Good Heavens, gentlemen, I have been for months hunting in the wildest
parts of the North West, fighting bears; always on the watch to save
myself from Indians; and when at last I got your letter at Laramie City,
I came home. Letters from people in the States! Why, I never thought
of such a thing."
"No, he would not," said the doctor quietly.
"By the way, gentlemen, as I am to come into some property now, I ought
to make a will."
"A most wise proceeding, sir," assented the old lawyer.
"Then will you two gentlemen agree to be my executors?"
"Really, sir, I--"
"Because no man could have a more careful pair."
"You are complimentary, sir. Doctor Lawrence and I are only doing our
duty."
"Of course, of course. Well, gentlemen, I've shown you my grandfather's
letters, etcetera, and I am George Harrington. That's all I have got to
say."
"But--you'll excuse me. We are rather awkwardly placed. We ought to
have some other proof of your identity. My dear Miss Gertrude, have we
any of Mr George Harrington's letters?"
"I think there are some among my guardian's papers."
"Stop a moment--I forgot. Here's my watch, with my initials engraved
upon the case, and to be sure--why, what a dunderhead I am!"
Saul, who had been undergoing a torture of change--doubt and hope--
watched the young man's actions as he passed his hands behind his neck,
and for a few moments seemed to be trying to unfasten something.
"That's it," he said, as he undid the clasp of a thin gold chain, and
drew out chain and locket, both gold, and pressing a spring at either
end, the locket flew open back and front, to display two daguerreotype
heads. "Know them Mr--Mr--"
"Hampton," said the old lawyer, taking the locket, and examining it
carefully, and looking long at the two faces before handing them to
Doctor Lawrence. "What do you say to those?"
The Doctor examined the locket as carefully as his colleague, while Saul
looked on with an intense interest as he waited for the next remark, and
the claimant of the estate chirruped carelessly to the dog.
"As far as I can recollect them," said Doctor Lawrence, at length, "I
should say these are the miniatures of Mr and Mrs George Harrington,
but I only saw them once."
"Well," said the young man, smiling, as he held out his hand for the
locket, "satisfactory?"
"Quite, sir," said the old lawyer, handing back the locket.
"Looks girlish," said its recipient, "but I always wear it round my
neck. Shouldn't like to lose that. Now, gentlemen, any more questions
to ask?"
"One more, sir," said the old lawyer. "My dear Gertrude Bellwood, may I
ask you to leave us for a few minutes. You may have some orders to
give."
Gertrude started to her feet, and was making for the door, when Saul
rose to open it, but his rival was quicker, darting before him, and
smiling at the girl as she passed out, more agitated and excited than
she had ever felt before.
"Now, gentlemen, what's the next piece of cross-examination which this
culprit is to bear?"
"I have--we have--but one more question to ask, sir," said the old
lawyer. "It is in our instructions, drawn out by my old and esteemed
client, a year before his death. If you can answer that to our
satisfaction, I for one shall be perfectly satisfied."
"And I," said the doctor; then to himself, "as far as your being the
right man is concerned."
"Very good, gentlemen," was the smiling reply; "let's see if I can
oblige you."
The words were light, but there was a peculiar intensity in the
speaker's eyes, and a slight twitching about the corners of his lips,
which a close observer would have detected.
"Have you not some birth-mark about you?" said Doctor Lawrence.
"No, sir, as far as I am aware--none."
"No peculiar marks about your person?"
"I have the scar of a bullet-wound in the shoulder--the entrance and
exit. I believe it went through my scalp."
"Scapular," said the doctor, smiling.
"Yes--the blade-bone."
"Anything else?"
"An ugly seam or ridge on the skull where I had a chop from an Indian
axe; and a knot here in my right arm, where it was broken and mended
again."
"Is that all, sir?"
"No; one other mark--a trifle done some time or another--here on my
breast. Like to see it, gentlemen?"
"Ha!" ejaculated the old lawyer. "If you are Mr George Harrington,
sir, you have the figure of a heart tattooed upon your breast--a heart
transfixed by an arrow."
"That anything like it, gentlemen?" said the young man, unbuttoning his
vest, and throwing open the flannel shirt he wore, to show, plainly
marked upon his white skin, the figure described.
"Like it, sir?--yes," said the old lawyer. "Mr George Harrington,
welcome home, sir, and I hope we may be the best of friends."
"And I add my congratulations, and the same wish, Mr George
Harrington," said the doctor, shaking one hand as his colleague shook
the other; "but," he added to himself, "as to the friendship, I have my
doubts."
"And now it is my turn, Cousin George," said Saul Harrington, advancing
with extended hand. "I apologise for playing the British bulldog to
you, but you were a stranger, and you will be the last to blame me for
showing a bold front in defence of your patrimony."
"To be sure, Cousin Saul. How are you, old fellow? Stop and let's all
dine together. No more business to-day, I hope. Let's have a glass of
wine--champagne--and, Cousin Saul, suppose you and I have a good long
talk over a cigar."
"We will," said Saul, as they stood hand in hand, eye gazing into eye,
and, singularly enough, with similar thoughts agitating each breast.
For the successor to the estate left by the original of the picture on
the wall said to himself:
"If we were out in some parts of the West, Saul Harrington, any office
would find it a bad spec to insure your life."
And Saul thought:
"If this man had not come back, I was master here--of the house, of the
money, and of--"
He stopped and gazed hard across the room, for at that moment, looking
flushed and handsome, Gertrude stood hesitating at the doorway, as if
asking if she might come in.
"Yes," said Saul to himself, and as if in conclusion of his unfinished
thought, "and of you, too."