“And if he can be found and produced, all the property will become Mr. Wilton’s.”
“I don’t quite see the force of that conclusion, friend Chewkle.”
“Don’t you? Look here—this man Maybee——”
“Ha! Maybee—that is his name.”
“Yes, Maybee. This Maybee——”
“John Maybee, I think?”
“No, Joshua Maybee.”
“Oh, Joshua—ah! yes—Joshua.”
“The old fellow, among his pals in Spike Hotel, is called Josh Maybee.”
“To be sure, very probable; go on, good Chewkle,” said Nathan Gomer, with glittering eyes and a glowing face, but just now without a grin upon his features.