“You have a communication to make to me,” said Mr. Wharton.
“I have.”
“Tell me all without delay.”
“I will, sir. This is the communication I desire to make.”
The story of John Wade’s treachery was told, and the means by which he had imposed upon his uncle, but the lawyer carefully abstained from identifying the lost grandson with Frank Fowler.
When the story was concluded, Mr. Wharton said:
“Where is my grandson—my poor George’s boy? Find him for me, and name your own reward.”
“I will show him to you at once, sir. Frank!”
At the word, Frank, who was in an inner office, entered. Mr. Wharton started in amazement.
“Frank!” he exclaimed. “My dear boy, is it you who are my grandson?”