“I think you do. I am Bernard Brooks.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“It was a mistake.”
“I am not prepared to admit your identity. You don’t look like Bernard Brooks.”
“I shall have no difficulty in proving myself to be your former ward.”.
“Well, what do you want? Do you wish to put yourself under my charge? In that case I will send you to Professor Snowdon.”
“No, thank you. I can take care of myself.”
“I am willing. In that case I will bid you good morning. I am busy,” and Mr. McCracken made a motion to return to his writing.
“You asked me if I had any business with you. I have,” continued Bernard. “I wish you to give up the fortune my father left in your charge for me.”
“You lie! There was no such fortune. Some one has been deceiving you. Perhaps it is that arrant liar, Ezra Puffer.”