“Of course you know that the boy has left me?” said Bolton.
“Yes,” answered Curtis, indifferently. “He is with my cousin, I believe.”
“Yes; and through her I can learn where he is, and get hold of him if I desire.”
A cynical smile played over the face of Curtis Waring.
“Do you propose to get him back?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“I am right,” thought Bolton, shrewdly. “From his manner it is easy to see that Curtis is quite at ease as regards Dodger. He knows where he is!”
“You asked me what business I came about, Mr. Waring,” he said, after a pause.
“Yes.”
“Of course I am devoted to your interests, but is it quite fair to make me wait till you come into your fortune before allowing me anything?”
“I think so.”