“Beth, I’m bound by my word to say nothing. That was the one promise I made to Adoniah.”
“Adoniah!” exclaimed the girl, her eyes growing wide.
“Yes. I did not mean to speak his name, but it can do no harm.”
“Why,––that was the first name–––Is he the same man Harold is trying to find?”
“I’m sorry to say that he is.”
“The one whose last name was Phillips?”
“Yes. But why do you take such interest in him?”
“And he is a brother of Uncle Josiah?”
“A half-brother,” he replied, showing that he was becoming nettled.