And his heart sunk like the mercury in the thermometer upon the approach of a cold wave, a presentiment of coming danger.
"You have been out to-night?" queried the uncle.
"Yes, sir."
"Where have you been?"
And his uncle eyed him sternly.
"I have been over to the hotel."
"Where else?"
"Oh, around town a bit!"
"I am almost afraid to trust you after what you told me this evening. After I have shown you the will to-morrow, which I will do in New York, I have no fears that you will talk; but, until then, I think it best to keep you under my eye. To-morrow you shall know all."
Clyde thought it very likely that his uncle would also be the wiser in the morning, but he did not say so.