"One never knows," was the smiling answer. "Write your name and I'll tell you."
Jack obeyed. The banker compared it with a signature he had.
"Now then," he said. "How would you like to be rich?"
Jack stared at him in a daze.
Delamare laughed. "Rich beyond the dreams of avarice! Worth eighty million dollars in fact."
"Eighty million!" muttered Jack stupidly.
"As you sit there this minute you are worth eighty million—perhaps more."
"Where—did I get it?" stammered Jack helplessly.
"Silas Gyde bequeathed you all he possessed."
Jack's face was a study in amazement, incredulity—not to say downright alarm. At the sight Mr. Delamare threw back his head and laughed a peal.