"Is it any one I know?" asked Gerald.
Mr. Nugent smiled.
"Probably you know him better than any one else in the world. I mean yourself!"
Gerald started in amazement.
"You really mean it?" he asked.
"Yes."
"But I am only a boy."
"True, but you are a good, sensible, reliable boy. How old are you?"
"Sixteen, sir."
"So I supposed. The qualities I mentioned are not a matter of age. Sometimes a boy is more reliable than a man."