"You had a brother, sir?"
"I had."
"And a sister?"
"No; or rather I had two, but both of them died in their childhood," he replied, evidently astonished at my line of questions.
He had no sister, and Morgan Blair's story, as I had suspected after I found him in the company of Lynch, was all a fiction.
"Have you heard from your brother within a few years?" I inquired.
"Not for twenty years. But who are you, young man?" he demanded, evidently supposing that I had known his brother.
At this moment the waiter of whom I had inquired for Mr. Rockwood appeared before the door and looked in.
"What do you want, John?" asked the old gentleman.
"Nothing, sir; the young man with you inquired for your room, and I came to see if he found you," replied the servant, retiring.