“What!” ejaculated Wentworth in dismay.
“It is as I say. He is prepared to testify that he paid you personally the money on the forged check, and that you have from time to time paid him money to keep this secret.”
“No one will believe him,” said Wentworth, very much perturbed.
“You can discuss that question with Mr. Cochrane. I have merely wished to let you know the strength of our case. But before I go I ought to tell you that there is another person who has come with me from the West.”
“Who is it in Heaven’s name?”
“It is your son Victor.”
“Victor!” exclaimed Bradley Wentworth, his face radiant with joy. “Is he well? Where is he?”
“At the hotel.”
“Where did you find him?”
“In Kansas City some weeks since. The poor boy was sick and unable to work. I had him leave the store where he was employed, though hardly able to stand, and I paid the expenses of his sickness. He is now well and anxious to see his father.”