"It's quite a yarn, Con; can you come in?"
"I can hear from here, Ralph; go on."
"You know that rich old fellow on the Pacific Coast who has just died, Jasper Filmer, the mining magnate?"
"Yes."
"He's was Jock's—father."
Drew heard a package drop from his sister's arms. She stooped and picked it up. From his chair Drew saw that her face never changed expression.
"So then, Filmer did not take the trouble to change even his name?"
The voice was completely under control now.
"No. I imagine this was no case of the town-crier being sent out. When the prodigal got ready to return, under prescribed conditions—the calf was there."
"I see. And has he—has Jock accepted the—conditions?"