It was eight o'clock the next morning before Frank's 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
couldn't come up before."

"Have the men gone away?" said Frank.

"Yes."

"Then I have something to tell you. I learned something about myself
last night. I was in the closet, and heard the man who brought me here
talking to another person. May I tell you the story?"

"If you think it will do any good," said the housekeeper, "but I can't
help you if that is what you want."

He told the whole story. As he proceeded, the housekeeper betrayed
increased, almost eager interest, and from time to time asked him
questions in particular as to the personal appearance of John Wade. When
Frank had described him as well as he could, she said, in an excited
manner:

"Yes, it is--it must be the same man."

"The same man!" repeated our hero, in surprise.