Meanwhile Warner Powell was searching his memory. Where and how had he become familiar with the name of Thomas Browning? At last it came to him.
"Eureka!" he exclaimed, in excitement.
"What does that mean? I don't understand French."
Warner smiled.
"It isn't French," he said; "but Greek, all the Greek I know. It means 'I have discovered'—the mystery of your old acquaintance."
"Explain, please!" said Jack King, his interest be coming intense.
"I have a friend in Chicago—Stephen Webb, a nephew of your philanthropist—who has been commissioned by his uncle to find out all he can about this newsboy, Luke Walton. He was speculating with me why his uncle should be so interested in an obscure boy."
"Had his uncle told him nothing?"
"No, except that he dropped a hint about knowing Luke's father."
"This Luke and his family are poor, you say?"