"Are you willing to come with me to Mr. Ferguson's, and speak to him about it?" "No, I am not. I have not time. I must leave Cincinnati at once." "Then will you tell me where you live?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I see that you intend to follow me up and persecute me about this preposterous claim. I don't choose to be troubled." "If I am an impostor, you can prove me to be so." "I don't choose to waste my time in doing it." "Mr. Grey," said Gilbert, "I might as well tell you that I am determined in this matter. I know that you have an object in keeping me out of my rights; but I am bound to have them. I shall place the matter in the hands of a lawyer, and he can soon find out, by advertising, where you live, even if you try to keep it secret from me." James Grey realized the truth of this, and he changed his tack. "You say that you have a paper, signed by Jacob Morton, attesting your identity." "Not only signed, but written by him." "I should like to see that paper. Have you got it with you?" "No, but I can lay my hands upon it immediately." "Then bring it to me at the Burnet House this afternoon, at three o'clock. I will be in the reading-room of the hotel." "I will bring it." The two then separated. Gilbert went immediately, returned to his place of business, resolved to inform Mr. Ferguson, whom he looked upon as a good friend, that his uncle was found. CHAPTER XIX. DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND. "Your uncle in the city?" said Mr. Ferguson, in surprise. "Yes, sir. I met him, only a short time since, on Vine street." "How did you know him?" "By the scar on his cheek. But I think I would have known him at any rate. I have a good memory for faces." "How did he receive you?" asked Mr. Ferguson, with curiosity. "He didn't seem very glad to see me," answered Gilbert, smiling. "He insisted that his nephew is dead, and called me an impostor." "He must have seen the resemblance between you and his brother. You will make just such a looking man as your father." "I hope I sha'n't look like my uncle." "Your father and your uncle did not resemble each other. There might have been a slight family likeness, but it was very slight." "So much the better." "You don't think you shall like your uncle?" "I am sure I shall not. First, he cheated me out of my property, and now, because I claim it, he calls me an impostor." "So that was the way the interview terminated, was it?" "Not exactly. When I told him I had old Jacob's confession, and threatened to put it into the hands of a lawyer, he said he would like to see it, and asked me to call with it at the Burnet House this afternoon." "Humph!" said Mr. Ferguson, thoughtfully. "Did you promise to do it?" "Yes, sir." "Then I will give you a piece of advice." "What is it, sir?" "_Don't carry the original paper with you._" "Why not, sir?"