“Haven’t we a cousin named Ernest Ray?”
“We had, but he is dead.”
“It is strange that there should be another person of the name.”
“Not at all. The world is large, and there are a good many persons of one name.”
“This one is from California.”
“So I see. By the way,” here Mr. Ray addressed the clerk, “did you observe the person who registered under the name of Ray?”
“Yes. It is a boy about the size of this young gentleman.”
“It is strange,” said Clarence. “It may be our cousin.”
“Didn’t I tell you that the person you refer to is dead?” said his father testily.
“I don’t believe it,” thought Clarence, but he did not express his unbelief. He determined, however, to have an interview with the boy, and find out all about him.