About half-past seven Gerald rang the bell at Mr. Nugent's residence.
The door was opened by the servant-maid whom they had seen in the afternoon.
"Come in," she said, without waiting for them to speak. "The master is up-stairs in the library."
"I haven't got any library in my house, Gerald," said the blacksmith, jocosely. "I hope he won't tackle me on books."
They found Mr. Nugent sitting in a large easy-chair beside the library table.
"I am glad to see you both," he said, cordially, offering his hand. "Our acquaintance has been formed under circumstances very favorable to myself. I am very much indebted to you, Mr. Crane."
"Oh, it ain't worth talkin' about, squire," said the blacksmith.
"You seem to set a small value on my life, Mr. Crane," said the old gentleman, smiling.
"Oh, I don't mean that."
"I understand. You are only showing your modesty. Now let me tell you why I have invited you here. You have placed me under a great obligation. Now can I do anything for you?"