"I want the author of the document. I propose to take the family skeleton out of the closet and dangle it up and down before the young man's eyes. You will laugh, I dare say."
Cavenaugh fell back in his chair again. The door opened and William looked in.
"You rang, sir?" to Cavenaugh fils.
"No, William," said Cavenaugh père affably; "I rang. Call Mr. Carrington." The butler disappeared. "It is my turn, Henry, and I have waited a long time, as you very well know. Ha! Sit down, Mr. Carrington, sit down."
Carrington, who had entered, obeyed readily.
"You left some papers in the dining-room safe last night," began grandpa.
"I was about to ask you to return them," replied Carrington, with assumed pleasantry.
The two Cavenaughs looked at each other blankly. Finally grandpa laughed.
