He knew his father was there on no trivial errand.
This visit was the result of his interview with Joe Montgomery.

How much had the handy-man told him?
This was the question that had been revolving in his mind for the last two days, and he was about to find an answer to it.
The father and son entered the room, each heavily preoccupied.

Marshall seated himself and stared moodily into the fire.

Already the judge had found a chair and his glance was fixed on the carpet at his feet.
Presently looking up he asked: "Will you be good enough to tell me what that fellow is doing here ?" "Andy ?" The single word came from Langham as with a weary acceptance of his father's anger.
"Yes, certainly--Gilmore--of whom do you imagine me to be speaking ?" "Give a dog a bad name--" "He has earned his name.

I had heard something of this but did not credit it!" said the judge.
There was another pause.
"Perhaps you will be good enough to explain how I happen to meet that fellow here ?" The judge regarded his son fixedly.