"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 then paled. There was a great fear in his heart, but he resolved to brave it out.
"This is a base conspiracy," he ejaculated. "Your share in it ought to land you in State's prison."
"I am willing to take my chance of it," said the lawyer calmly. "Didn't you recognize the boy when you saw him?"
"What do you mean?"
"You saw him in the hotel at Buffalo. He recognized you, and had a conversation with your son."
"Had a conversation with Clarence? That is a lie. Clarence never spoke to me about it."