“He would never tell.”
“What became of his mother and sister?”
“He wouldn’t say.”
“All I know,” said Potts, “is this. I got official information that they all died at Quebec.”
Brandon looked suddenly at the floor and gasped. In a moment he had recovered.
“Curse him! then this fellow is an impostor?”
“No,” said Potts, “he must have escaped. It’s possible. There was some confusion at Quebec about names.”
“Then his name may really be Frank Brandon?”
“It must be,” said Potts. “Anyhow, the others are all right.”
“Are what?”