“A fortune?” he repeated. “What fortune?”
“Why, your fortune, to be sure,” returned Rex.
“But I don’t understand,” went on Miles. “How can I have a fortune?”
“Easy enough, since your father has one. Syd knows all about it. You’re a lucky fellow, Miles. It’s somewhere about half a million.”
Miles looked very grave for half a minute, then a smile broke out over his face.
“Come, Rex,” he said, “I see through your joke, so you might as well drop it. You oughtn’t to have made the sum so high if you expected me to believe it.”
“It’s true, all the same, Miles.”
But Miles still shook his head and declared he should wait to believe till Mr. Sydney told him all about it.
“I wonder if Syd will tell him the whole thing tonight?” Rex asked himself, but Sydney was not home to dinner.
There was a note from him to Rex, however, asking that he and Roy and Miles should meet him at the Continental Hotel that night at eight. This threw Rex into a great state of excitement. He knew that the crisis was at hand.