“How long since you went to Sacramento, Mr. Richards?”
“I went there in 1855.”
“And I was born there in 1856. My father and mother lived there for some time afterwards.”
“It is probable that I met them, for Sacramento was a small place then. Shall you go there?”
“Yes, sir. I have a special reason for going—a reason most important to me.”
As Mr. Richards naturally looked inquisitive, Hector confided in him further.
“You see, sir,” he concluded, “that it is most important to me to ascertain whether I am really the son of the man whom I have always regarded as my father. If so, I am heir to a large fortune. If not, my uncle is the heir, and I certainly should not wish to disturb him in the enjoyment of what the law awards him.”
“That is quite proper,” said Mr. Richards. “In your investigation, it is quite possible that I may be able to help you materially, through my long residence and extensive acquaintance in Sacramento. When you come there, lose no time in calling upon me. Whatever help I can render you shall cheerfully be given.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Shall you be much disappointed if you find that you are only the adopted, instead of the real, son of Mr. Roscoe?”