his client, ignoring the man's words, and even his presence.
"I must tell you, Mrs. Latham, that there has been a claim set up by the American heirs."
"There are no heirs!" warmly.
"Only yesterday I had a visit from an American gentleman, a Mr. Myers, attorney-at-law. Do you know of him?"
"I know no Americans, and very little of the country."
"Then you have never crossed the ocean?"
"No, indeed! It's quite enough for me to cross the channel."
"Mr. Myers has presented a claim." The solicitor's eyes were narrowing.
"For whom?"
"For—a—I think the name is Brierly; as I was about to say, having made an appointment with you, I thought it best that you should meet him." He touched the bell at his side, as he spoke the last word.
"But," interposed the man, "this is some old claim, or else a fraud! The Brierlys are dead!" The last words harshly guttural.
The office boy had entered now, and Mr. Haynes quietly gave his order.
"See if Mr. Myers is in number seventeen, William."
"Mr. Haynes," said Mrs. Latham, with a touch of
