"Do you think so, Mr. Bradford?"
"Knowing your mother, and her love for you, I believe there's been some fraud practised, and that Mr. Kenyon is at the bottom of it."
"I wish I knew," said Oliver. "It isn'tthe money I care about so much, but I don't like to think that my mother preferred Mr. Kenyon to me."
"Wait patiently, Oliver; it'll all come out some day."
Just then Roland appeared at the front door and called out, in a tone of triumphant malice:
"Come right in, Oliver; my father wants to see you."
Oliver and the gardener exchanged glances. Then the boy answered:
"You may tell your father I am coming," and walked quietly toward the front door.
"I've told him all about it," said Roland.
"Are you sure you have told your father all?"