“And I shan’t say anything about that will, Syd. I’d rather you wouldn’t either, just yet.” “No, it is best to keep it as quiet as we can. It seems strange that the old man should have talked so freely about it as he did.” The meal was soon finished, and the two starting to enter the bedroom, met the doctor in the doorway. “He’s in a bad way,” he whispered to Sydney. “I shall come back again this evening. Come, Roy, are you going down? I’ll take you along with me in the carriage.” “Yes, you’d better go, Roy,” urged Sydney. “You look worn out. Tell mother I’ll stay here as long as I’m wanted.” “Good-by, Mr. Tyler,” said Roy, stepping into the bedroom and extending his hand to the old man. “Good-by, Roy Pell. You have made me think better of my kind to-day. In fact I think you have made a changed man of me. Would you—would you mind coming up to see me to-morrow?” “No, of course I wouldn’t mind. I’ll come. I hope you’ll be better in the morning. Good-night,” and Roy went off with the doctor. “Well, Roy,” said the latter, as they drove away, “you are to be congratulated. You have brought your family into a nice little inheritance if all our miserly old friend says is true.” “Perhaps it isn’t,” returned Roy, “so please don’t congratulate me or say anything about it just yet.” Roy was so tired when he got home that he did not give very spirited answers to the questions his family showered upon him. He went to bed very shortly and was asleep before Rex came to take his place beside him. All in the household were locked in slumber when Sydney let himself in with his key about eleven. He did not retire. He went into the library, got out some law books, and sitting down at the table, appeared as if about to do some work. But he did not pick up the pen. He sat there, his head sunk on his chest, with a look of misery on his face that was pitiable to see. CHAPTER IV THE TWIN BROTHERS The Pells breakfasted early so that Sydney might catch the 7:30 express for the city. On the morning following the events narrated in the preceding chapter the entire family were gathered at the table with the exception of Rex, who was invariably late, and Sydney himself. “It’s very strange,” remarked Mrs. Pell “He is always on time. He can barely catch his train now. I wish you, Roy, would run up to his room and see what is the matter. He may be ill.” Roy soon ascended the two flights of stairs to the apartment with the dormer window that had always been Syd’s. The door was open and the room was empty. The bed had been slept in, but the suit Syd had worn the day before was not about. He had evidently dressed and gone. “I wonder if he can be up at Mr. Tyler’s?” thought Roy. He returned to the dining room with his report. “It is very odd,” remarked Mrs. Pell. “It is not like Sydney to go off in that way, but he will explain when he comes home to-night. He may have been obliged to go to town at seven on business for Mr. Tyler.”