“That is a crazy notion of his, wanting to go in to town just because he can’t wait till Syd comes out,” remarked Roy when he heard of it. At the same time he felt a sensation of relief to think that his impulsive brother was out of Marley and away from the temptation to disquiet the family by telling his fellow townsmen what he meant to do with their money when they came into it. Rex meanwhile was enjoying himself hugely. He saw nobody he knew at this unusual hour of going to town, but he lay back in his seat while the breeze, created by the swift motion of the cars, rushed refreshingly past him, and built air castles of the most luxurious description. “It must be so,” he told himself, whenever the doubts suggested by Jess arose in his mind to trouble him. “Dr. Martin congratulated Roy. Everybody has known that Mr. Tyler had lots of money somewhere.” When the train reached Philadelphia, Rex hurried off to the law office where Syd had his desk. It was some distance from the station, but having spent all his money for his excursion ticket, he had none left for car fare. “This will be the last time I’ll be so short,” he mused, a smile which he could not repress playing about the corners of his mouth. Buoyed up by this reflection he did not so much mind the distance, nor the heat, which he found much more oppressive here in the city than it was in Marley. He reached Syd’s place at last only to find that his brother was out and that the boy was not just sure when he would be back. “But he’ll be here before he goes to the train, won’t he?” asked Rex. “Oh yes, sure,” was the reply. “His satchel is here with the books he always takes.” “I’ll come back again then.” Rex went out, thinking that now there was no danger of his ever having to step into the shoes of this office boy. Syd had remarked once or twice that he thought he could get him a position in a law office when he was through school. Rex wandered along the street aimlessly for a while. If it hadn’t been midsummer he might have gone over to Spruce and Walnut and called on some of his friends, but they were either at their summer homes in Marley or off traveling. He was therefore reduced to walking to kill time, choosing the shady side and watching for any incident of city life that might divert his mind. He came to a bicycle emporium presently and stood for some time in front of it, trying to decide which wheel he should select when he came to purchase as he hoped to do very shortly now. “That’s the dandy kind,” remarked a voice over his shoulder. “The Wizard motor. You can ride over all sorts of roads with it.” Rex turned and saw a fellow about a year older than himself. He had a red face and wore an outing shirt that was not as fresh as it might have been. Rex, who was rather fastidious as to his friends, simply said “Yes,” and moved on. The fellow noticed the look which accompanied the word.