“Indeed he is, an excellent friend!” exclaimed young Granger. “Have you—seen my mother lately?”
“Come over to my hotel and I’ll answer all your questions. I’m stopping at the Continental, on the next block.”
“All right! Will you come, Chester?”
“Yes; I shall be glad to.”
They were soon sitting in the office of the Continental Hotel, at the corner of Broadway and Twentieth Street.
“Now I’ll answer your questions,” said Nathaniel Wilson. “Yes, I saw your mother the day before I set out.”
“And is she well?” asked Edward, anxiously.
“She was looking somewhat careworn. She probably misses you.”
“She never writes to me,” said Edward, bitterly.
“It may be because she doesn’t know your address. Then your stepfather keeps her prejudiced against you.”