“Yes, my boy. General Obed Flint is not the man to desert a friend when he needs him as much as you do.”
Ben also wrote a letter to Frank Mordaunt.
“If you are nearly related to Mrs. Harcourt,” he said, “I think you must be the heir to her son, who died more than a year since. Mr. Basil Wentworth, who is joint heir with you, is on his way to Europe, and will communicate with you. He had lost all traces of your family, but I think myself fortunate in being able to put him on your track. Hereafter, Frank, you will have no money troubles, and no one will rejoice more over your good fortune than your friend Ben Bruce.”
CHAPTER XXXV.
BASIL WENTWORTH REACHES GENEVA.
Ten days later a servant came to Ben’s room with a card.
It bore the name of Basil Wentworth.
“Show the gentleman up,” he said.
As Basil entered the room, his face wore a look of sympathy.
“My dear Edwin,” he said, “I cannot tell you how much I sympathize with you in your sudden bereavement.”