search made for Mr. Lincoln's rightful shares, for the ones Randolph Fenton had assigned to him had been some of a similar name but of far less value Then all hands marched down to the brokers office.
Randolph Fenton was somewhat surprised to see Matt, and he turned slightly pale when Gaston confronted him, accompanied by the lawyer and another man he knew was a private detective.
Without preliminaries, the lawyer explained the object of the visit. As he proceeded the broker grew paler and paler, and he clutched the arms of his chair nervously.
"You—you are mistaken?" he finally gasped out. "That transaction was perfectly legitimate. This is a plot on the part of that man and that boy to ruin my reputation!"
"It is no plot, Mr. Fenton," put in Matt. "For my poor father's sake as well as my own, I ask for justice; that is all. Your actions unbalanced my father's mind, and if I wanted to be hard-hearted I would not rest until you were behind the prison bars."
"Stuff and nonsense! This is all a put-up job"
"Don't get excited, Mr. Fenton," said the lawyer pointedly. "The boy is letting you down very easily, to my way of thinking."
