"But you must remember that after all you are going to reap the benefit of it now," Wrayson remarked. "Ah! but am I?" the young man exclaimed fiercely. "That's what I want to know. Look here! I've been through every letter and every scrap of paper I can find, I've been to the bank and to his few pals, and strike me dead if I can find where that five hundred pounds came from every three months! It was in gold always; he must have gone and changed it somewhere--five hundred golden sovereigns every three months, and I can't find where they came from!" "Have you been to a solicitor?" Wrayson asked. "Not yet," the young man answered. "I don't see what good he'll be when I do. Morris was always one of the close sort, and I can't fancy him spending much over lawyers." "What made you come to me?" Wrayson inquired. "Well, the caretaker at the flat told me that you and Morris used to speak now and then, and I'm trying every one. I'm afraid he wasn't quite classy enough for you to have palled up with, but I thought he might have let something slip perhaps." Wrayson shook his head. "He never spoke to me of his affairs," he said. "He always seemed to have plenty of money, though." "Doesn't the bank-book prove it?" the young man exclaimed excitedly. "Every one who knew anything about him says the same. There was I half starved in Cape Town, and here was he spending two thousand a year. Beast, he was! I'll find out where it came from if it takes me a lifetime." Wrayson leaned back in his chair. Nothing since the events of that night itself had appealed to him more than the coming of this young man and his strange story. "I am sorry that I have no information to give you," he said. "On the other hand, if I can help you in any other way I shall be very glad." "What should you advise me to do?" the young man asked. "I should like to think the matter over carefully," Wrayson answered. "What are your engagements for to-day? Can you lunch with me?" "I have no engagements," his visitor answered eagerly. "When and what time?" Wrayson repressed a smile. "I shall be ready in twenty minutes," he answered. "We will go out together if you don't mind waiting." "I'm on," Mr. Sydney Barnes declared, crossing his legs. "Don't you hurry on my account. I'll wait as long as you like." CHAPTER XIII SEARCHING THE CHAMBERS Wrayson took his guest to a popular restaurant, where there was music and a five-course luncheon for three and six. Their conversation during the earlier part of the meal was limited, for Mr. Sydney Barnes showed himself possessed of an appetite which his host contemplated with respectful admiration. His sallow cheeks became flushed and his nervousness had subsided, long before the arrival of the coffee. "I say, this is all right, this place is," he said, leaning back in his chair with a large cigar between his teeth. "Jolly expensive, I suppose, isn't it?" Wrayson smiled.