"
"Our clients never do!" said Mr. Cavendish through his sneering lips.
Then the boy knocked, and came in. There was another gentleman who
wished to see the lawyer.
"I shall go to Washington to-day, and see you on my return," said Mr.
Belcher.
Then, bidding the lawyer a good-morning, he went out, ran down the
stairs, jumped into Mr. Talbot's waiting coupe, and ordered himself
driven home. Arriving there, he hurriedly packed a satchel, and,
announcing to Mrs. Belcher that he had been unexpectedly called to
Washington, went out, and made the quickest passage possible to Jersey
City. As he had Government contracts on hand, his wife asked no
questions, and gave the matter no thought.
The moment Mr. Belcher found himself on the train, and in motion, he
became feverishly excited. He cursed himself that he had not attended to
this matter before. He had wondered why Balfour was so quiet. With
Benedict alive and in communication, or with Benedict dead, and his heir
in charge, why had he made no claim upon rights which were the basis of
his own fortune? There could be but one answer to these questions, and
Cavendish had given it!
He talked to himself, and attracted the attention of those around him.
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