“And I tell you he is not dead. I saw him only yesterday.”
“You may have seen some one who pretended to be Ernest Ray.”
“I should not be easily deceived. He is the image of his father.”
“I don’t believe the boy is alive.”
“Shall I bring him here?”
“You need not trouble yourself. I can have nothing to say to him, whether he is really Ernest Ray, or an impostor.”
“I beg your pardon. If he is Ernest Ray, under the will which I have in my possession, he is the owner of this property.”
Bolton spoke firmly, and looked Ray resolutely in the eye.
Stephen Ray flushed and paled. There was a great fear in his heart, but he resolved to brave it out.
“This is a base conspiracy. Your share in it ought to land you in State’s prison.”