"Well, I guess you're right, Dick. It's a strange coincidence. Are you going to tell him it was your uncle who got all his money away from him?"
"I certainly am not, Paul. It's not a thing to be proud of, and if I keep him from finding it out until we get this car, and leave, I'll be glad of it. Of course if he asks me I'll have to tell him. But I don't believe he will. Larabee and Hamilton are different names, and Mr. Wardell will not be likely to trace any connection, though he may.
"I thought sure you'd let out something about Uncle Ezra when you heard the name Wardell, Paul."
"No, it didn't strike me. But then you know I wasn't in the room all the while you and your uncle were talking. I don't recall hearing him mention Wardell at all."
"Well, I did, and I was startled when I found out who this man was," went on Dick. "I suppose it's a sort of puzzle to you, Innis," the young millionaire added, while the auto salesman was making out some papers for Dick to sign.
"Somewhat, yes," admitted Beeby, and then Dick and his other chum explained.
"Well, I know one thing I didn't know before," said Paul, as they were ready to depart.
"What's that?"
"I know why this young Mr. Wardell was thinking of ending his life on the railroad track that day you saved him."
"Why was he?"