“Yes, for the present. I suppose you know that you have a cousin about your own age. I used to know him and his father.”
“Did you? His father is dead.”
“So I have understood. Do you happen to know where the son is?”
“Somewhere out West, I think.”
Bolton pricked up his ears. So it seemed that Stephen Ray had deceived him.
“I would give five dollars to know where he is,” he said slowly.
“Have you got five dollars?” Clarence asked doubtfully.
By way of answer Bolton took a roll of bills from his pocket. They were those which Stephen Ray had given him.
“Do you mean it?” asked Clarence in a more respectful tone.
“Yes, I mean it.”