Instantly he had torn open the vest and drawn out the envelope.
“I thought I should find it,” he said in a tone of triumph.
Ernest felt very much dejected. It was a mortification to lose the first large sum with which he had been intrusted.
“Will you tell me who you are?” he asked abruptly.
“First let me know who you think I am.”
As the driver spoke he eyed Ernest sharply.
“Is your name Fox?” asked the young messenger.
His companion laughed.
“I know Mr. Fox,” he answered.