Such a statement as this was calculated to arouse interest.
“And you do not know whom the message is from?”
“I do not. It was not my place to make inquiries. All I know is that I have been pursued from Colorado to this city by a man who has seemed determined to rob me of it.”
This added to the interest.
“But he did not succeed?”
“No, sir. I am here, and I have the message, which I will now hand over to you.”
From an inner pocket the man took an oilskin envelope, which he gave to Frank, who looked at it curiously. On the envelope were traced these words:
“To Frank Harrison Merriwell; not to be opened until the day after he graduates from Yale.”
The moment Frank saw that writing, which was wavering and unsteady, he uttered a little exclamation, his face paling.
“It’s from my father!” he murmured. “I wonder what it can be!”