While Benjamin was flattering himself that his friends were entirely ignorant of his place of residence, except John Collins, his brother-in-law, Robert Homes, "master of a sloop that traded between Boston and Delaware," was at Newcastle, forty miles from Philadelphia. There he met a citizen of the latter place, of whom he made inquiries as to the business of the town. Among other things, he said: "A young printer from Boston has settled there recently, who ranks high as a workman and as a talented young man." "Do you know his name?" inquired Captain Homes, startled by the revelation. "Benjamin Franklin." With an effort to conceal his surprise and interest, he asked: "For whom does he work?" "For Mr. Keimer, our new printer." "Are you acquainted with him?" "Not particularly; I have met him." "Is he a young man of standing and good habits?" "He is. It is said that he is very talented, and that he wrote for the press in Boston before he came to Philadelphia." "Is that so?" responded the captain, to conceal that he was any acquaintance of his. "Yes; and, as a matter of course, such a young man is much thought of. He is not set up at all, but appears to be modest and unassuming. He is very much liked by all." "Do you think he means to make Philadelphia his home in the future?" "That is what he intends, as I understand it." In this way, Captain Homes gained whatever information he wanted, without disclosing that Benjamin Franklin was his brother-in-law. Then he embraced the first opportunity to write and forward to him the following letter from Newcastle: "DEAR BROTHER,--I have just learned from a citizen of Philadelphia that you reside in that town. It is the first knowledge that any of us have had of your whereabouts since you ran away from Boston. You can have no idea of the sorrow you caused the family by your unwise and thoughtless act. It well-nigh broke your mother's heart, and added several years to your father's appearance. But I write to advise and entreat you to return to Boston. I am confident that your parents, and all other friends, will receive you with open arms, forgetting the past in their joy over your presence. They do not know even that you are alive; and your return will be to them as one risen from the dead. I trust that this letter will find you well, and disposed to heed my advice, and go back to Boston. It will be the best thing for you and the whole family. Let me hear from you; direct your letter to this place; if sent at once it will reach me here. "Yours affectionately, "ROBERT HOMES."