would perhaps call here last night, but he did not. Something or other has come to my ankle, and I can't get out."
"Then—this note from Mr. Edwin Street is all the information you as yet possess?"
"Yes, all. But I know it is to be relied on. I thought it better to write at once and acquaint the major: he will have little time, as it is, to prepare for the change, and see what can be done."
Frank rose. "I will go down and question Mr. Edwin Street," he said. "I suppose I am at liberty to do so?"
"Oh, quite at liberty," was the reply. "He no doubt wrote to me with a view to preparing your family, Mr. Raynor. You will find him at the bank."
The banker received Frank coldly; he seemed just the same hard, ungenial, self-contained sort of man that his brother was. Harder, in fact. This was indeed his general manner: but somehow, Frank caught up an idea that he