“I have some information about it—some information very important to Mr. Wilton, I can assure you.”
“Ha! hem! Have you had a quarrel with Mr. Grahame?” inquired Nathan, sharply.
“Quarrel, sir? No, sir,” returned Chewkle. “He’s a very good friend to me, he is.”
“How will this information of which you speak affect his interest with regard to his claim to the Devonshire property?” asked Nathan Gomer, regarding Chewkle with a fixed gaze.
“Floor him there, sir,” responded Chewkle; “quite knock him out of time.”
“Yet, my good Chewkle, you suggest that he is your very kind friend—eh?”
“So for the matter o’ that he is, sir. But you, sir, are a man of the world—I says a distinguished man of the world—am I right?”
“I am prepared to concede that point to save time,” responded Nathan Gomer, with a grin.
“Well, sir, the very vallyble information I possess couldn’t make Mr. Grahame inherit that property, though he still prefers a claim to it, but it will actually put Mr. Wilton into possession of it.”
“What?”