when he loved me. There is another brother in your family whom I see
sometimes and who reminds me of him."

"Reginald-- Rex, as we call him-- you mean?"

"Yes, but perhaps he would not have done for me what Roy did this
afternoon. You have heard of it. He risked his life for mine. He will
make a good man. I am sure of it. And he is unselfish. To make him
happy you must make others happy around him. Yes, I will do it. Quick,
write down that I leave all my fortune unreservedly, to-- what is his
full name?"

"Whose full name?" Sydney had dropped his pen and sat staring at Mr.
Tyler as if in a daze.

"Why your brother-- Roy Pell's."

"Royal Fillmore Pell," Sydney repeated the name mechanically, still
too amazed at the inference he must draw from the question to be
really conscious of what he was saying.

"Thank you. A fine name it is, and fitted to a splendid boy. Then
write-- but no. I had determined not to leave it to him. What is his
mother's name? She must have it all outright. Then it can be used at
once in the way to please Roy best. Now Mrs. Pell's full name?"

"Jessica Fillmore Pell. I suppose, as a lawyer, I ought not to express
any surprise at what you are doing, but you can see how close home it
comes to me, Mr. Tyler. You know the relation in which I stand to this
family, with whom I am connected by no ties of blood, but who have