"In looking over my mail," replied Dick grimly, "I found a letter
from Lawyer Griffin."
"What does he want, You don't owe any money, here or anywhere else."
"Griffin wrote me that he wanted to see me about a case that has
been placed in his hands," replied Prescott quietly.
Greg started, then changed color.
"Dick," he demanded, "do you know what the lawyer's business is
about?"
"The lawyer's letter doesn't state any more than I have told you."
"Dick, that hound Dodge must be up to some trick!"
"I imagine that's the answer," replied Cadet Prescott quietly.
"And you're going to see the lawyer?"
"Yes."
"Humph!" muttered Greg. "I know what I'd do. I'd make the lawyer
come to see me."
"But I prefer going to his office."
"Right away?"
"As soon as I can get there."
"And you want me with you?"
"Most decidedly, Greg. I don't care to go into the lawyer's office
without a competent witness."
"Then I'm yours, old fellow."
"I know that, Greg."
Despite himself Holmes began to feel decidedly uneasy.
"What on earth can Dodge be up to?" muttered Greg. "He threatened
a libel prosecution one day last month. Can it be that he has
found people who can be bribed to perjure themselves, and that he
is going to make his hint good?"
"It half looks that way," assented Dick.
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