"I have always been led to believe so," I answered smartly, placing my
hat beside the chair in which I sat down. "How did you manage to
locate me in this big city?"
"Your uncle had seen some of your signed articles in New York papers,
and said that in all probability I should find you here. A few
inquiries set me on your track." Here he pulled out a lengthy document
from his handbag. "I confess, however," he added, "that I am somewhat
disappointed in your looks."
"Disappointed in my looks!" was my cry. "What sort of a duffer were
you expecting to see?"
He laughed. "Well, your uncle gave me the idea that I should find a
good-for-nothing hack-writer, a dweller in some obscure garret."
"If that is the case, what under the sun did he send you up here for?"
The merriment went out of the old man's face and his eyes became grave.
"Of that anon. Let me proceed with my business and read the will to
you. You will find it rather a remarkable document."
I settled back in my chair in a waiting attitude. To tell the truth, I
was somewhat confused by all this preamble. To his son my uncle left
the bulk of his property, which amounted to more than a million.
Pages:
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36