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"Very well, Calhoun," responded the young man. "I shall join them. Are they in the living room?"

"Yes, sir."

The young man crossed the hall, opened a door and entered a lighted room. Two gray-haired men
looked up as he came in. One - a stooped shouldered old fellow - arose to greet the visitor.

"Ah, Martin!" he exclaimed. "We have been awaiting you. This is Jason Thunig, my attorney" - he was
indicating the other gray-haired man as he spoke - "and this, Jason, is my nephew, Martin Havelock."

JASON THUNIG arose to shake hands with Martin Havelock. To the lawyer, the young man appeared
clean cut. He liked the friendly smile that Havelock wore. All traces of the schemer had faded from the
young man's visage during the cab ride from Times Square.

"Martin Havelock!" remarked Thunig. "Back in New York, after all these years. Cecil Armsbury's
nephew - in the flesh. You are to be congratulated, Cecil" - Thunig turned to the stoop-shouldered man -
"on having so fine a young man as your one surviving relative."

"Martin and I have become friends already," asserted Cecil Armsbury, as he took a chair and waved the
others to seats. "I was greatly pleased when he arrived from Mexico, two days ago. I have seen him but
occasionally, however" - old Armsbury was smiling - "because the lights of Broadway have lured him
downtown each evening."

"New York interests me," admitted Martin Havelock. "I haven't seen the old town in a good many years.
It is quite a change from Mexico. However, Uncle Cecil, I remembered my appointment. Here I am."

The three men settled back in their chairs. Armsbury and Thunig were smoking cigars. Martin Havelock
lighted a cigarette and puffed it idly while he surveyed the faces of his uncle and the attorney.

"Your arrival, Martin," remarked old Cecil Armsbury, "has proven a most fortunate one. I have recently
put my affairs in order; and Jason Thunig has come up to discuss all the matters which concern my
estate."

"Not a very complex task," declared Thunig, with a smile. "This home - your holdings in stocks and
bonds - those constitute your entire fortune, Cecil."

"The value?"

"Between thirty and forty thousand dollars."

"Perhaps a trifle more," remarked Armsbury. "The few curios which I still possess may bring fair value.
Ah!" The old man shook his head sadly. "The treasures which I once owned! I was forced to sell them,
Martin, to finance the many excursions which I made throughout the world."

"You were always a spender, Cecil," agreed Jason Thunig. "Nevertheless, you have managed to retain a
tidy sum of wealth. Your estate is a well-arranged one. The securities are sound. This property has held
its value."
"You are heir to it all, Martin," said Armsbury, smiling in kindly fashion as he turned toward his nephew.
"You - my one living relative."