CHAPTER XXXVI.
OLD ACQUAINTANCES.
“Now, what have you to say about Bradley Wentworth?” asked Hastings abruptly, as they walked slowly up the road.
“First, let me ask you how long you have known him?”
“How long have I known him? Before you were born, youngster—a matter of twenty years, I should say.”
“Did you know a man who was in the employ of Wentworth’s uncle at the same time—Warren Lane?”
Hastings started.
“What do you know of Warren Lane?” he asked abruptly.
“He was my father,” answered Gerald.