"Let us hope not. Dishonesty I could not overlook, even in a relation."
Who would imagine that this man, so strict in his ideas of honesty, had deliberately stolen a hundred thousand dollars from his widowed sister and her son!
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
M. Bourdon Has a Bad Quarter of an Hour.
Major Grafton was quite easy in mind after consigning Ben to the safe custody of an insane asylum.
"Serves the boy right!" he said. "What business had he to interfere with my plans? M. Bourdon will see that he does not annoy me any further."
His confidence in the wisdom of his plan was maintained by the frequent letters he received from the director of the asylum, in all of which he spoke encouragingly of the effect of discipline upon Ben. Major Grafton regularly transmitted the compensation agreed on between them.
This continued until one day Major Grafton, who had now returned to Geneva, was dumbfounded by receiving the following telegram from Mr. Codicil: