Mr. Somers gave a start, and looked intelligently at the officer.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Will Somers.”
“Why did you not tell me that before?” he continued, a glad light upon his face.
“’Cause it was the same as yourn. Thought maybe you might want to be making yourself my uncle or something of that sort.”
“I may be nearer yet,” began Mr. Somers; “I may be—”
He was checked by a sign from Mr. Fitler. Will stood looking from one to the other, with growing surprise on his face. What could they be after?
“I have never heard anything of your early life, Will,” said Mr. Fitler. “I would be glad to know something more about it. Have you any recollection of the man who left you in the alms-house?”
“Not much,” said Will. “I’ve heard he was a seedy-looking customer.”
“Were you alone?”