but I don't know why I should conceal it. Grace is not my sister. She
is Mrs. Fowler's daughter, but I am not her son. I will tell you the
story."

That story Frank told as briefly as possible. John Wade listened to it
with secret alarm.

"It is a strange story," he said. "Do you not feel a strong desire to
learn your true parentage?"

"Yes, sir. I don't know, but I feel as if I should some day meet the man
who gave me into Mrs. Fowler's charge."

"You have met him, but it is lucky you don't suspect it," thought John
Wade.

"I am glad you told me this story," said he, aloud.

"It is quite romantic. I may be able to help you in your search. But let
me advise you to tell no one else at present. No doubt there are parties
interested in keeping the secret of your birth from you. You must move
cautiously, and your chance of solving the mystery will be improved."

"Thank you, sir. I will follow your advice."

"I was mistaken in him," thought Frank. "I disliked him at first, but he
seems inclined to be my friend."

When Frank reached his lodging he found Jasper waiting up for him. He
looked thoughtful, so much so that Frank noticed it.