"I must be going, Mr. Grey," said Maurice. "It is about time for lunch."
"I would invite you to lunch with me, but it might lead to suspicions."
"Thank you all the same."
"Now the boy may do his worst," said James Grey, exultingly. "He has lost his proof, and has nothing but his own assertion to fall back upon. I am out of danger."
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE TABLES TURNED.
As Maurice Walton left the Burnet House, he fell in with the one whom he most wished to avoid. Gilbert was returning to the store, after his usual midday lunch. He was surprised to see Maurice, supposing him at home, suffering from the headache.
"How do you happen to be here, Maurice?" he asked. "I thought you were at home."
"My head felt so bad that I thought I would come out into the fresh air," answered Maurice, a little confused.
"Do you feel better?"