"It is very singular," he remarked, in an undertone, his face still wearing the same look of wonder.
"What is very singular, Mr. Bundy?" Oliver asked curiously.
"I'll tell you," answered Nicholas Bundy slowly. "This picture, which you say is the picture of your step-father, is the picture of Rupert Jones, my early enemy."
Both Oliver and his mother uttered exclamations of surprise.
"Can this be true, Mr. Bundy?"
"There is no doubt about it, ma'am. It is a face I can never forget. There is the same foxy look about the eyes—the same treacherous smile. I should know that face anywhere, and I would swear to it in any court in the United States."
"But the name! My step-father's name is Kenyon."
"Names are easily changed, Oliver, my boy.The man's real name is Rupert Jones. I don't care what he calls himself now. He's misused us all. He's been my worst enemy, as well as yours, ma'am, and yours, Oliver. Now, I move we both join forces and punish him."
"There's my hand, Mr. Bundy," said Oliver.
"He's your husband, ma'am," said Nicholas, "What do you say?"