“I want to tell you first, Rex,” he said, “who have been the means of bringing me to this happiness. He knows me. His mind has come back to him. He called me Maurice, and he remembers giving me to the Morriseys to take care of for a while. Then his brain went back on him, and he thought I was dead.”
“Where is he?” asked Rex.
“Lying down on the bed. He is utterly exhausted. I must go back to him now,” and Miles hurried off again.
CHAPTER XXXIV
REX RISES TO THE OCCASION
“It’s wonderful. I never heard anything like it.” This was Mrs. Fox’s exclamation when the four were left alone in the front room again.
“All the credit belongs to you, Mr. Pell,” she went on, turning to Sydney. “It was you thought of this way of doing things.”
“Oh, he might have recognized him any other way just as quickly,” returned Sydney. “And now some one must tell him about Mr. Tyler’s legacy,” he added. “I want to get that off my mind.”
“I guess he can’t stand that to-night, Mr. Pell,” returned the old lady. “You’d better leave it till tomorrow. I’ll keep Miles here with him to-night—there’s room—and then they can both go to see you to-morrow.”
“Yes, that will be the best way,” Sydney agreed. “But I had hoped to get it off my mind by this time. Come, boys.”
“I trust I shall see you both again,” said Mrs. Fox, as she shook hands with the twins.