[CHAPTER XVIII]
A GHOST RISES
For a time the two were silent in that close communion which is possible only to father and son, who are all in all to each other. Then the father's face lit up with a whimsical smile.
"Mind you, I don't expect that Helene will be very rich," he said. Raymond laughed.
"I don't either!" he replied.
"You have the 125,000 francs of your mother's fortune and I will add as much as I can myself."
"Oh, we'll get along all right," his son assured him with a smile. "You seem to forget my briefs."
"Impossible!" laughed his father. "You haven't any."
"I have one that isn't bringing in anything in the way of money but it is giving me advertisement that will lead to profitable cases."