Bernard paused in the doorway and finally said: “Is this Mr. McCracken?”
“Yes,” answered the agent. “Who wants me?”
“I am your ward—Bernard Brooks.”
Mr. McCracken wheeled round in his chair quickly, and fixed a pair of sharp, ferret-like eyes on Bernard.
“So you have found me at last!” he said. “And now what have you to say in extenuation of your shameful conduct?”
CHAPTER XI. MR. SNOWDON LOSES HIS PUPIL.
Bernard colored, partly with indignation.
“What shameful conduct do you refer to?” he asked.