“Thank you, John, but this is evidently a personal matter.  I shall go down there to-morrow at the appointed time.”

John was far from suspecting that the communication related to Frank, though he had heard the day previous from Nathan Graves of the boy’s escape.  He had been very much annoyed, and had given his agent a severe scolding, with imperative orders to recapture the boy, if possible.

It was not without a feeling of curiosity that Mr. Wharton entered the law office of Mr. Hall.  He announced himself and was cordially welcomed.

“You have a communication to make to me,” said Mr. Wharton.

“I have.”

“Tell me all without delay.”

“I will, sir.  This is the communication I desire to make.”

The story of John Wade’s treachery was told, and the means by which he had imposed upon his uncle, but the lawyer carefully abstained from identifying the lost grandson with Frank Fowler.

When the story was concluded, Mr. Wharton said: 

“Where is my grandson—­my poor George’s boy?  Find him for me, and name your own reward.”

“I will show him to you at once, sir.  Frank!”

At the word, Frank, who was in an inner office, entered.  Mr. Wharton started in amazement.

“Frank!” he exclaimed.  “My dear boy, is it you who are my grandson?”

“Grandfather!”

Mr. Wharton held out his arms, and our hero, already attached to him for his kindness, was folded in close embrace.

“Then you believe I am your grandson?” said Frank.

“I believe it without further proof.”

“Still, Mr. Wharton,” said the lawyer, “I want to submit my whole proof.  Mrs. Parker!”

Mrs. Parker entered and detailed her part in the plot, which for fourteen years had separated Frank from his family.

“Enough!” said Mr. Wharton.  “I am convinced—­I did not believe my nephew capable of such baseness.  Mrs. Parker, you shall not regret your confession.  I will give you a pension which will relieve you from all fear of want.  Call next week on Mr. Hall, and you shall learn what provision I have made for you.  You, Frank, will return with me.”

“What will Mr. John say?” asked Frank.

“He shall no longer sleep under my roof,” said Mr. Wharton, sternly.

Frank was taken to a tailor and fitted out with a handsome new suit, ready-made for immediate use, while three more were ordered.

When Mr. Wharton reached home, he entered the library and rang the bell.

To the servant who answered he said: 

“Is Mr. John at home?”

“Yes, sir; he came in ten minutes ago.”

“Tell him I wish to see him at once in the library.  Summon the housekeeper, also.”

Surprised at the summons, John Wade answered it directly.  He and Mrs. Bradley met at the door and entered together.  Their surprise and dismay may be conjectured when they saw our hero seated beside Mr. Wharton, dressed like a young gentleman.