“I am the man whose name is over the door--John Forbes.”
“Mr. Remington told me he had bought you out, but he kept the name, because it was known to customers.”
“Then Mr. Remington deceived you.”
“Isn’t he in the business?”
“He was only my clerk. I left him in charge while I was away.”
It dawned upon Joshua now. All his dreams were dissipated. He had been cruelly swindled out of his four hundred dollars. It was all a pretence about the nephew. Good heavens! he was ruined, and almost penniless. He turned pale and sick at heart.
“How much money did you let Remington have?” asked Mr. Forbes.
“Four hundred dollars. Can’t I--don’t you think I shall be able to get it back?”
“Not a cent. The rascal is far away by this time, you may be sure.”
“What shall I do?” asked Joshua, in dismay.