"I wish you would go, Tom—and put in a good word for me, too," cried Songbird, eagerly.
"Oh, I'll do that, never fear. I'll go this morning before I start back to New York;" and thus it was arranged.
"You said that you had something to tell me, Tom," remarked Sam, as the three were going downstairs to breakfast. "What was it?"
"Oh, it may not amount to much, Sam. I'll tell you about it as soon as we can get by ourselves," answered Tom.
The morning meal was quickly disposed of, and then Tom and Sam returned to Number 25, the former to repack his dress-suit case before leaving for the Sandersons' place and for New York.
"I don't exactly know how to get at this, Sam," began his brother, slowly, when the pair were in the bedroom and the door had been closed. "It is about Grace and the Walthams."
"About Grace?" and Sam showed his increased interest. "What about her?"
"Well, as I mentioned last night, this Ada Waltham is very rich, and she has a brother, Chester, who is older than she is and much richer. In fact, I've heard it said that he is a young millionaire."
"Well?" queried Sam, as his brother paused.
"Oh, I really don't know how to get at this, Sam," burst out Tom, and his face showed his worry. "Maybe there is nothing in it at all; but just the same I thought I had better bring it to you at once. I knew you would rather have it come from me than from some outsider."