Bernard Brooks.
Bernard had not registered himself from any place in particular, feeling that as yet he had no special local habitation.
“There it is!” said Mr. Snowdon triumphantly. “That’s the boy—Bernard Brooks.”
“And he is one of your pupils?”
“Yes, he ran away from my school—the Snowdon Institute—this morning.”
“He seemed to be traveling with Mr. Penrose. He came with him in a carriage.”
“I can’t help that. The man must have abducted him.”
“Don’t you think they had met before? They seemed to be well acquainted.”
“I don’t know about that. Now, Mr. Wilson, I want that boy given up to me. I want to take him home.”
“I have no authority over him, Mr. Snowdon. I can’t deliver him into your hands. I can’t take any responsibility.”