“Have you got it?” asked Bolton eagerly.
“Yes,” nodded Clarence.
He took a piece of paper from his vest pocket and handed it to Bolton.
It read thus: “Ernest Ray, Oak Forks, Iowa.”
“How did you get it?” asked Bolton.
“I found a letter in pa’s desk from an old man named Peter Brant, asking pa for some money for the boy, who was living with him.”
“When was that letter written?”
“About two years ago.”
“Thank you. This gives me a clue. Come out of doors and I will give you what I promised. It isn’t best that anyone should think we had dealings together.”
Five minutes later Clarence started for home, happy in the possession of a five-dollar bill.