"Gilbert Grey," answered our hero.
"Any 'lation?" asked Pompey, with the freedom of a favorite servant.
"Mr. Grey thinks there is a relationship," said the uncle. "Now be off, and tell Dick to make haste."
"By the way, though it is early to enter upon business, have you brought old Jacob's confession?" asked James Grey, in an indifferent tone; but he awaited the answer with a good deal of interest.
"No, sir; that is, not the genuine paper. I have with me a copy."
"That will do as well," said the other, but he could not wholly hide the disappointment in his voice. "Let me see it, if you please."
Gilbert drew the paper from his pocket and handed it without hesitation to his uncle.
"If you have no objection I will keep this for a while, and look over it in private."
"Certainly, sir. You may keep it permanently. I have the other."
"Confound you, I know that only too well," thought the uncle, but he only expressed his thanks quietly.