“Perhaps I might; but I am afraid you would go back into the gambling house and lose it, as you did your other money.”
“No, I won’t; I promise you that. Four bits was nothing. Five dollars would give me a chance of going somewhere where I could earn a living.”
Gregory seemed to speak sincerely, and Hector thought it would do him no harm to reveal himself and his errand.
“Your name is Gregory Newman, isn’t it?” he inquired.
Gregory stared at him in uncontrollable amazement.
“How do you know that?” he inquired.
“And your uncle’s name is Titus Newman?”
“Yes, but—”
“He lives on Madison Avenue, does he not?”
“Yes, yes; but who are you that seem to know so much about me?”