'Why, you know his ways—he seldom stops to explain; but I fancy he may have heard again from Sir Hugo Rae.'
I took up the two sheets, and was about to thrust them into their envelope, when Brainerd suddenly said:
'Hold on, boy! there's something written across the back of that copied letter.'
I turned it over and read the half-dozen lines written thereon:
'"Carroll Rae, if found, is to be told at once that his brother, Sir Hugo, is dead."'
'Oh!' ejaculated Brainerd; 'so it's not his father. Well, that alters things. We may be able to find a Sir Carroll Rae, especially as he must have about exhausted that thousand pounds if he has been doing the States in true English style.'
'At any rate,' I added, 'it's on our books. I suppose one may keep an eye out for a swell young Englishman here as well as elsewhere. It's only one more face in the crowd.'
'And that reminds me,' said my friend. 'This business almost put it out of my head. I took a turn on that Intramural road this afternoon.'
'Yes?' I knew better than to interrupt at this point.
'And I saw, I am sure I saw—whom do you think?'