“Uncle,” said George, without replying to his question, “this is Jack Lyons, of New York——”
“Jack Lyons—any relation to Mr. John Lyons, the New York lawyer?”
“My father,” said Jack, promptly.
“H’m.” The Colonel’s face relaxed somewhat. “I know him by reputation—a good lawyer and useful citizen,” he said, less stiffly.
Then, with a bow, Colonel Ellison turned abruptly on his heel.
“Uncle isn’t in a good humor to-day,” remarked George, calmly. “Something must have upset him.”
“Say, George,” whispered Jack Lyons, as they stood at the front door, “I want to tell you something—Norman Redfern is with us.”
“What!” cried the other, in the greatest surprise. “How in the dickens did you ever run across him? I want to know all about this.”
And linking arms with Jack, he led the way out to the pergola.
Jack briefly explained.