“Hang the estate, sir. I was happy enough as a man without it, and I could be again. But I am fighting for my honour; and there is a greater stake still,” he added with his eyes flashing, as he recalled his last interview with Gertrude.
“Well, sir, what do you propose doing?”
“I am in the enemy’s camp, sir. Why should I reveal my plans?”
“No, you are not in the enemy’s camp, sir,” said the old lawyer sharply. “You are with those friends who are going to find you in the sinews of war to carry on your campaign.”
“True. Well, then, I’ll speak out: I am going to run down this man who called himself George Harrington. We must meet.”
“Good.”
“He has disappeared for one of two reasons.”
“Yes, sir; go on.”
“He is an impostor.”
“Not proven,” said the doctor.