“Yes, sir,” cried Saul fiercely, “a fit of indignation. I refused to—”
“Oh, look here, let’s have an end of this. I don’t know who you are, old gentleman.”
“My name is Lawrence.”
“Well, then, Mr Lawrence—Oh, I know; you are my grandfather’s executor.”
“One of them, sir.”
“Well, I’ve come home at my grandfather’s wish, and I find he’s dead, and this man ready here to bully, and order, and insist upon my showing my papers.”
“Hum, my dear, don’t be alarmed,” said the doctor quietly; and then he turned to the last speaker. “You come as a stranger, sir, and it will be quite necessary for you to give ample proof that you are Mr George Harrington.”
“Of course, old gentleman, of course.”
“To me and my colleague, Mr Hampton; but I think Mr Saul Harrington might have waited till those who have a right to question come upon the spot. Lucky I came down.”
“You got my telegram?” said Gertrude.