“You don’t mean to say the kid is worth eight or ten million dollars, do you?” asked Elrich, as if incredulous.
“He will inherit something like that amount when he comes of age,” answered Merry, as he carelessly toyed with the ball he had held throughout this conversation.
A swift look passed between Elrich and the man with the gray whiskers, who stood slightly apart from the group.
“And you’re his brother?” Elrich questioned further.
“I am,” bowed Merry.
“Where do you come in?”
“What do you mean?”
“What part of this snug little fortune do you get?”
“Really, sir, I do not know as that is of any concern to you. Still, it is no secret that I, also, will inherit a similar sum when he comes of age.”
“When he does? That’s odd. You’re of age now. How does it happen that——”