“You will see me,” the voice was heard to say.
“‘I will see you.’ Did I hear that? Did you get that, officer?”
“I did, and I heard more; I heard the same voice say that you and this man, Convict 78, were brothers. Did you hear that?”
“I did.”
“Well—”
“I am not sure of it. I only know that he carries my name, and his Christian name is the same as that of a brother of mine whom I have not heard from in years. He ran away from home when a small boy, and we never heard from him afterward. We thought he was dead, as he never returned or wrote. Poor mother grieved herself to her grave for that lost, wayward son. I remained home with her until she died.”
“And the estate—did you advertise for him?”
“My father died when I was a small boy and left mother in good circumstances. I and this brother who left home were the only heirs.”
“And you got the bulk of the estate? Did I understand you to say that you advertised for your brother?”
“Well, you see, it was this way: not hearing from him for so many years, I decided that he was dead, and I did not think it worth while.”