Enistor cut him short. "Oh, the deuce take your heroics! You know perfectly well that I should benefit rather than a stranger. I want the money and I intend to get the money. By righting this wrong you will be doing a good act, since it seems you have a conscience of sorts. If it is a matter of money----" This time it was Cane who interrupted. "You insult me," he vociferated shrilly. "I am an honest lawyer----" "Rather an anomaly," interpolated Enistor scoffingly. "An honest lawyer," continued the little man sturdily, "and as such I am bound to consider the wishes of my client. You are asking me to commit a felony, Mr. Enistor. How dare you! How dare you!" he mopped his perspiring brow. "What have you seen in me to lead you to make so infamous a proposition?" "I thought I saw some vestiges of common sense," said Enistor dryly. "But it seems that you are a fool with a conscience!" "I have a conscience, but I am no fool, Mr. Enistor! I have a great mind to tell the world at large how you endeavoured to tempt me!" "If you do, I shall put forth a counter-slander saying that you came down here to tempt _me_." "To tempt you? To tempt you, sir?" "Why not? If I say that you offered to destroy the last will and substitute the first provided I gave you a large sum of money, who will refuse to believe the statement?" "Any one who knows me." "Ah. But the whole world does not know you, Mr. Cane. Your immediate friends may reject the calumny, but the majority of people won't. My word is as good as yours, you know!" "You will not dare----" "Oh yes, I shall dare if you dare!" "Am I dealing with a gentleman or a scoundrel?" asked Cane, appealing to the carved ceiling. "Pooh! Pooh!" said Enistor cynically. "What is the use of calling names? Why, a gentleman is only a scoundrel who is clever enough not to be found out." "I disagree: I disagree entirely." "I thought you would. You are not strong enough to be original. However, all this chatter will not alter circumstances. My sister has sold me in favour of this--what do you say his name is?" "Mr. Montrose. Douglas Montrose!" said Cane sulkily. "He is----" "Won't you sit down and explain? You will be more comfortable." "No I won't," said Cane sharply and still fretted by the proposition which had been made to him. "I doubt if it would not be better for me to retire after what you have said." "Oh," said Enistor ironically, "your duty to your late lamented client forbids." "It does, and therefore I remain to explain. But I shall not sit down again in your presence, nor drink your wine, nor eat your food." "Better wait until you are asked, Mr. Cane. Go on and tell me about Montrose."