"The will of Benjamin Butler—the famous Benjamin Butler," Garrison replied. "One of the most remarkable——"
"Come in," commanded old Robinson, who had slipped off the chain. "How much is the book?"
"I am only taking orders to-day," answered Garrison, stepping briskly inside and closing the door with his heel. "If you'll take this copy to the light——"
"Father!" interrupted an angry voice. "Didn't I tell you not to let anyone enter this house? Get out, you old nuisance! Get out with your book?"
Garrison looked down the oak-finished hall and saw Theodore coming angrily toward him.
Alive to the value of the melodramatic, he threw off both his hat and mustache and squared up in Theodore's path.
Young Robinson reeled as if struck a staggering blow.
"You—you——" he gasped.
Old Robinson recovered his asperity with remarkable promptness.
"How dare you come into this house?" he screamed. "You lying——"