“From London. I will read it to you, O’Hara, if you will keep it to yourself.”
“Oh, no! I don’t ask to hear what’s in it.”
“But I want you to hear it.”
“Then I will keep your secret.”
“‘Uncle dead; letters sent: come to London quick.
Rodwood.’”
This was the despatch.
CHAPTER II.
THE LETTER FROM LONDON.
“I THOUGHT you said you had no friends to die or be sick,” said O’Hara, when Tom Speers had read the neglected despatch.
“I said I had no near friends,” explained Tom.