left the crevice through which he had received so much information in a whirl of new and bewildering thoughts. Was it possible he asked himself, that he could be the grandson of Mr. Wharton, his kind benefactor CHAPTER XX THE ESCAPE It was eight oclock the next morning before Franks breakfast was brought to him. I am sorry you have had to wait the housekeeper said, as she appeared at the door with a cup of coffee and a plate of beefsteak and toast, I couldnt come up before Have the men gone away first thing is to get out of this place I cannot open the door of your room. They do not trust me with the key The windows are not very high from the ground. I can get down from the outside I will bring you a clothesline and a hatchet Frank received them with exultation. Before I attempt to escape he said, tell me where I can meet you in New York. I want you to go with me to Mr. Whartons. I shall need you to confirm my story I will meet you tomorrow at No. 15 BStreet Then we shall meet tomorrow. What The message above is an advertis-e-ment |
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