When Ralph Mainwaring and Mr. Whitney arrived at the club they found young Mainwaring already awaiting them at their private table, but it was far from a social group which sat down to dinner that evening.  The elder Mainwaring still preserved an ominous silence, and in his dark, glowering face few would have recognized the urbane guest whom Hugh Mainwaring had introduced to his small coterie of friends less than three months before.  The younger man, though holding a desultory conversation with the attorney, yet looked decidedly bored, while from time to time he regarded his father with a cynical expression entirely new to his hitherto ingenuous face.  Mr. Whitney, always keenly alert to his surroundings, became quickly conscious of a sudden lack of harmony between father and son, and feeling himself in rather a delicate position, carefully refrained in his remarks from touching upon any but the most neutral ground.

A couple of hours later, as the three with a box of cigars were gathered around an open fire in Ralph Mainwaring’s apartments, it was noticeable that young Mainwaring was unusually silent.  In a few moments, however, his father’s long pent-up wrath burst forth.

Addressing the attorney in no very pleasant tone, he demanded, “Well, sir, what do you now propose to do about this matter?”

“It is to be a fight, then, is it?” Mr. Whitney asked with a smile, knocking the ashes from his cigar.

“Yes, by my soul, and a fight to the finish.  Understand, I will have no time lost.  This farce has got to be quashed at once, and the sooner the better, so you may enter protest and file an application for hearing, or whatever your mode of procedure is in this country, at the earliest possible moment.  Meanwhile, I’ll secure the best legal talent that money can get to help you.  I’ve a longer purse than that old Australian sheep-herder thinks, and when the time for contest comes, I’ll meet him on his own ground.”

“If you are going to employ additional counsel,” interposed Mr. Whitney, “allow me to suggest the name of P. B. Hunnewell, of this city; he is one of the ablest attorneys in the United States, particularly in matters of this kind.  His fees are somewhat exorbitant, but money is no object with you in this case.”

“None whatever,” the other interrupted, impatiently; “we will retain this Hunnewell upon your recommendation, but in the morning I shall cable for Upham & Blackwell, of London.  They rank right in the same line with Barton & Barton; they have conducted considerable business for me, and I am satisfied,” he added, with peculiar emphasis, “they could not be tampered with or bought at any price.  I shall also cable for Graham, the expert on chirography and on all kinds of forgeries, and we will have his decision upon that will.  I am going, first of all, understand, to have that document proven a forgery.  That done, the whole fabrication of this cunning impostor falls to the ground, and then, when I have him completely floored in that direction, he will find that I have only just begun with him.”