The Dugdale Millions — page 62: what you’re looking at

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e2 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. ‘“You say the son died here in New York?’’ “Yes, in F859." ‘‘T suppose they are trying to establish his death for a certainty, so the heirs can take the property.”’ ‘‘Not a bit of it. Edmund Dugdale left a son.’’ ‘Is he dead too?”’ “That is what the advertisement means. No one knows. Nine days before Edmund’s death the son disappeared. Where? No one knows.’’ stelten? ‘‘No, I believe put out for adoption. I’ve got good reasons for supposing so.”’ ‘‘And this is an attempt to find the child, alive or dead.”’ ‘“That’s it precisely. There’s millions for the son if he is found and big money for the man that finds him.’’ ‘‘How old was the child when the father died?’’ . lwo years old,” ‘‘T suppose you are going to find the child and make the big money.”’ Although by this time Barber had imbibed fre- quently, his cunning had not deserted him. Perhaps the younger man’s inartistic yawn, so evidently an affectation of weariness, warned him that he was being drawn into telling all he knew. “Mer? he cried... “How can tfind him?” Tt isa quarter of a century ago, and Edmund Dugdale never told anyone where he put the child. ‘There’s no trac- ing the real heir.’’ The elder man got up and lounged out of the side door. The younger one argued with Barber upon the possibility of finding the missing heir. The elder man lounged back presently and dropped into his chair. Then he treated to drinks not once, but two or three times. By and by, the old ballet-master struggled to his feet and, somewhat unsteady on his legs, went out, Comicloeo S C@ 3}