“This is a most extraordinary story!” said the merchant, after a pause.
“Yes, sir; it changes my whole future.”
“I suppose Mr. Allan Roscoe is the beneficiary, and the estate goes to him?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did your father—the late Mr. Roscoe—ever hint to you anything which could lead you to suspect that you were not his own, but an adopted son?”
“Never, Mr. Ross,” answered Hector, with emphasis.
“Did he continue to treat you with affection.”
“Always. Nothing in his manner ever would have led me to imagine that I was not his own son.”
“He left no will?”
“No, sir.”