Getting no news, he came East to look for him.

He met Costobell the day after the lady died, and the two swore--the stout uncle can swear a treat--anyhow, they vowed to be revenged on Ventnor, and to clear Anstruther's character, living or dead.

Poor old chap! He cried like a baby when he asked the youngster to forgive him.

It was quite touching.

I can tell you----" Playdon affected to search for his pocket-handkerchief.
"Do tell us, or it will be worse for you," cried his mentor.
"Give me time, air, a drink! What you fellows want is a phonograph.