"Your face itself is so changed," she answered. "My poor Jim, you are a
very different person from the good-looking boy whose life seemed to
depend upon catching that ball at Lord's. I think that you must have
suffered a great deal."
"I have bought experience and the knowledge of life," I said grimly, "and
I suppose I have paid a pretty stiff price for it."
I hesitated.
"Are you strong enough, Adele," I asked, "for another shock?"
"I have lost the capacity for surprise," she answered. "Try me!"
"The real name of the man who is passing as my uncle--is Leslie Guest!"
She scarcely justified her last assertion, for her eyes were full of
wonder, and she drew a little away from me as though in fear.
"Leslie Guest! The man who died at Saxby!"
"He did not die," I answered. "It was a case of suspended animation. When
I read his letter to me, and when I saw you in the morning, I believed
him dead. So did all the others. It was in the middle of the next night
that the nurse discovered that he was alive! We sent for the doctor, and
by the next morning he was able to speak.
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