"Sad news this, sir, the death of our relative the captain," he said; "it's what sailors are liable to, though. Allow me to introduce my father, Mr. Tony Sleech--Mr. Roger Kyffin. Although fortune may smile on me, I don't purpose yet deserting business and Idol Lane. `Business is business,' as you've often observed, Mr. Kyffin, and I love it for itself." "I really don't understand what you mean," said Mr. Kyffin. "How can Captain Everard's death affect you?" "Ah! I see you are not acquainted with the state of the case," said Mr. Silas. "We won't trouble you with it. My father and I have come to condole with the ladies who are now staying here, on their bereavement, and to tell them that we, who are heirs-at-law, beg that they will not trouble themselves to move for the next two or three days. After that, you see, it would be very inconvenient for us to be kept out of the property." Silas evidently said this more for Paul Gauntlett's information than for Mr. Kyffin's, though his eye dared not meet that of the old soldier. Paul clutched the stick which seldom left his grasp. The moment for action had arrived. In another instant the Mr. Sleeches--father and son--would have felt its force, had not a third person, who had got out of the carriage, stepped forward. He had from the first kept his eye upon Paul, and now saw by the movement of his hand that he meditated mischief. "I am an officer of the law, and have been brought to see that the law is respected," he said, stepping up to Paul. "You had better not use that stick, that's all. Mr. Sleech has sworn that he expects forcibly to be, kept out of this property, which is legally his; therefore let any one at his peril attempt to interfere with his proceedings." "He never swore a truer word in his life," exclaimed Paul, clutching his stick. "I care for the law, and I respect the law, but I don't respect such sneaking scoundrels as you and he," exclaimed the old soldier, lifting his stick with a savage look. Silas sprang down the steps, knocking over his father in his descent. The constable eyed the old soldier. Though his locks were grey, he looked like no mean antagonist. The man seemed doubtful whether it would be wise to attack him. "I call all here to witness that I have been assaulted in the execution of my duty by this man, the attendant of the late Colonel Everard," he said, as he also retreated more slowly down the steps. "Do you intend to prevent the rightful owners from taking possession of this their rightful property?" he exclaimed, from a safe position at the bottom of the steps, at the top of which stood Paul, still flourishing his stick. "The rightful owners have got the property, and the rightful owners will keep it," answered Paul. The Mr. Sleeches and their companion on this retired to a distance, to consult apparently what steps they would next take.