“Well, the letters, never answered, invited your father to bring you to see an old friend who had become a wealthy man. He did not know that your father was dead when he wrote them. This young Gregg was smart enough to see a chance to work into the favor of Mr. Dale. He went to him and was at once accepted as Dave Dashaway. Mr. Dale practically adopted him, gave him all the money he could spend, and Gregg was in high clover till I nabbed him.”
“He confessed all that, did he?” inquired Dave.
“He did. I made him sign a confession and tell where he had sold my watch and medal. I’m thinking you’ll have a friendly and influential second father, when we tell Mr. Dale that you are the real Dave Dashaway.”
“I couldn’t have a better friend than you are, Mr. King,” declared Dave, “if I searched for a thousand years.”
“There’s a new one come on the scene you may take quite a fancy to,” replied Mr. King, with a mysterious smile.
“Who is that?” inquired Dave.
“You remember the people who sent the Baby Racer on here for a test?”
“Oh, yes—the Interstate Aeroplane people, you mean?” replied Dave.
“Well, I met their agent as I came in at the gate. He will be here shortly to see you.”
“To see me?” questioned Dave.