In that brief moment Mr. Raynor had
decided to
reveal the secret to Phil, and trust to his gratitude
for a
suitableacknowledgment. In this way he
would
revenge himself upon Mrs. Brent, who had
treated him so meanly.
"I have been wishing to see you, for I have a
secret of importance to communicate," said Mr.
Raynor.
"If it relates to my parents, I know it already,"
said Phil.
"No; it is something to your
advantage. In
revealing it I make Mrs. Brent my enemy, and shall
forfeit the help she is giving me."
"If it is really of
advantage to me, and I am able
to make up your loss to you, I will do it," said Phil.
"That is sufficient. I will trust to your honor.
You look like a boy who will keep a promise though
not
legally bound."
"You only do me justice, Mr. Raynor."
"Then cast your eye upon this paper and you will
know the secret."
"Is it a will?" exclaimed Phil, in surprise.
"Yes, it is the will of the late Gerald Brent. By
it he bequeaths to you five thousand dollars."
"Then he did not forget me," said Phil, more
pleased with the
assurance that he had been remembered
than by the sum of money bequeathed
to him. "But why have I not known this before?"
he asked, looking up from the will
"You must ask that of Mrs. Brent!" said Mr.
Raynor significantly.
"Do you think she suppressed it purposely?"
"I do," answered Raynor laconically.
"I must see her. Where can I find her?"
"I can only say that her letters to me are mailed
in Chicago, but she scrupulously keeps her address
a secret."
"Then I must go to Chicago. May I take this
paper with me?"
"Yes. I
advise you to put it into the hands of a
lawyer for safe keeping. You will not forget that
you are
indebted to me for it?"
"No, Mr. Raynor. I will take care you lose
nothing by your revelation."
The next morning Phil returned to New York.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
AT THE PALMER HOUSE.
It may be
readilysupposed that Phil's New
York friends listened with the greatest attention
to his
account of what he had
learned in his
visit to Planktown.
"Your step-mother is certainly an unscrupulous
woman," said Mr. Carter. "Doubtless she has left
your old town in order to escape
accountability to
you for your
stoleninheritance. What puzzles me
however, is her leaving behind such tell-tale evidence.
It is a
remarkable oversight. Do you think
she is aware of the
existence of the will?"
"I think she must be, though I hope not,"
answered Phil. "I should like to think that she had
not conspired to keep back my share of father's
estate."
"At any rate, the first thing to do is
evidently to
find her out, and
confront her with the evidence of
her crime--that is, supposing her to be really culpable."
"Then you
approve of my going to Chicago?"
said Phil.
"Most
emphatically. Nay, more--I will go with
you."
"Will you indeed, sir?" said Phil
joyfully. "You
are very kind. I
shrank from going alone, being a
boy
ignorant of business."
"A pretty
shrewd boy, however," said Mr. Carter,
smiling. "I don't claim much credit, however, as I
have some interests in Chicago to which I can attend
with
advantagepersonally. I am interested in a
Western railroad, the main office of which is in that
city."
"When shall we go, sir?"
"To-morrow," answered Mr. Carter promptly.
"The sooner the better. You may go down town
and
procure the necessary tickets, and engage sleeping-berths."
Here followed the necessary directions, which need
not be repeated.
It is enough to say that twenty-four hours later
Phil and his
employer were passengers on a lightning
express train bound for Chicago.
They arrived in due season, without any adventure
worth naming, and took rooms at the Palmer House.
Now, it so happened that in the same hotel at the
very same moment were three persons in whom
Phil was vitally interested. These were Mrs. Brent,
Jonas,
otherwise called Philip Granville, and Mr.
Granville himself.
Let me explain their presence in Chicago, when,
as we know, Mr. Granville's house was
situated at
some distance away.
Jonas had preferred a
petition to go to Chicago
for a week, in order to attend some of the amusements
there to be enjoyed, alleging that it was awfully
dull in the country.
Mr. Granville was inclined to be very indulgent,
to make up for the long years in which he had been
compelled practically to desert his son. The
petitiontherefore received favor.
"It is only natural that you should wish to see
something of the city, my son," he said. "I will
grant your request. We will go to Chicago, and remain
a week at the Palmer House. Mrs. Brent, will
you accompany us?"
"With pleasure, Mr. Granville," answered that
lady. "It is not dull here for me, still I shall no
doubt enjoy a little
excitement. At any rate, I
shall be best pleased to be where you and your son
are."
"Then so let it be. We will go to-morrow."
One secret wish and
scheme of Mrs. Brent has
not been referred to. She felt that her present position
was a
precarious one. She might at any time
be found out, and then
farewell to
wealth and
luxury! But if she could induce Mr. Granville to
marry her, she would then be secure, even if found
out, and Jonas would be the son of Mr. Granville,
though detected as a usurper. She,
therefore, made
herself as
agreeable as possible to Mr. Granville,
anticipated his every wish, and assumed the character,
which she did not possess, of a
gracious and
feminine woman of unruffled good humor and
sweetness of disposition.
"I say, ma," Jonas observed on one occasion,
"you've improved ever so much since you came
here. You're a good deal better natured than you
were."
Mrs. Brent smiled, but she did not care to take
her son into her confidence.
"Here I have no cares to trouble me," she said.
"I live here in a way that suits me."
But when they were about starting for Chicago,
Mrs. Brent felt herself becoming un
accountably depressed.
"Jonas," she said, "I am sorry we are going to
Chicago."
"Why, ma? We'll have a splendid time."
"I feel as if some
misfortune were impending
over us," said his mother, and she shivered apprehensively.
But it was too late to
recede. Besides, Jonas
wished to go, and she had no good reason to allege
for breaking the arrangement.
CHAPTER XL.
A SCENE NOT ON THE BILLS.
Phil was in Chicago, but that was only the first
step toward
finding those of whom he was in
search. Had he been sure that they were in the
city, it would have simplified matters, but the fact
that Mrs. Brent directed her letters to be sent to
that city proved nothing. It did not make it certain
that she lived in the town.
"We are only at the
beginning of our perplexities,
Philip," said Mr. Carter. "Your friends may
be near us, or they may be a hundred miles away."
"That is true, sir."
"One method of
finding them is barred, that of
advertising, since they
undoubtedly do not care to
be found, and an
advertisement would only place
them on their guard."
"What would you
advise, sir?"
"We might employ a
detective to watch the post-
office, but here again there might be disappointment.
Mrs. Brent might employ a third person to
call for her letters. However, I have faith to
believe that sooner or later we shall find her. Time
and
patience accomplishes much."
"Were you ever a
detective, sir?" asked Phil,
smiling.
"No, Philip, but I have had occasion to employ
them. Now how would you like to go to the theater
this evening?"
"Very much, sir."
"There is a good play
running at McVicker's
Theatre. We will go there."
"Anywhere will suit me, Mr. Carter."
"Young people are easily satisfied," he said.
"When they get older they get more fastidious.
However, there is generally something
attractive at
McVicker's."
It so happened that Philip and his
employer took
a late dinner, and did not reach the theater till ten
minutes after the hour. They had seats in the
seventh row of
orchestra chairs, a very eligible portion
of the house.
The curtain had risen, and Philip's attention was
given to the stage till the end of the first act. Then
he began to look around him.
Suddenly he started and half rose from his seat.
"What is the matter, Philip?" asked Mr. Carter.
"There, sir! look there!" said the boy, in
excitement,
pointing to two persons in the fourth row in
front.
"Do you recognize acquaintances, Philip?"
"It is my step-mother and Jonas," answered
Philip eagerly.
"It is, indeed, wonderful!" said Mr. Carter, sharing