"Mr. Benton knows me! It is strange I can't recall him," said Mr. Brief, trying to recollect.
"I think you will remember when you see him."
"Possibly; but I have no recollection on any gentleman of that name."
Ben and his uncle—to give him a name not strictly warranted by facts—occupied two rooms adjoining.
Ben ushered the lawyer into his own room, saying, "Mr. Brief, you must prepare for a surprise."
When, however, the so-called Marcus Benton entered the room, Mr. Brief sprang to his feet in great amazement.
"Can I believe my eyes?" he ejaculated.
"I think you can, Mr. Brief," said the old gentleman quietly,
"You are Matthew Baldwin."
"Precisely."