Crawford seems to be
suffering from a nervous attack, and it might
not be pleasant."
"I agree with you, sir."
Just then Peter entered the room, and looked
at Gilbert with surprise and wrath, remembering
his recent discomfiture at the hands of
the young visitor.
"My stepson, Peter," announced Dr. Crawford.
"Peter and I have met before," said Gilbert, smiling.
"What are you here for?" asked Peter, rudely.
"Not to see you," answered Gilbert, turning from him.
"My mother'll have something to say to you,"
went on Peter, significantly.
"She will have something to say to you,"
retorted Gilbert. "She has found out who
stole her money."
Peter's face turned scarlet instantly, and he
left the room hurriedly.
"Perhaps I ought not to have said that, Dr
Crawford," added Gilbert, apologetically, "but
I dislike that boy very much, and couldn't
help giving him as good as he sent."
"It is all very unpleasant," responded Dr.
Crawford, peevishly. "I don't see why I can't
live in peace and tranquility."
"I won't intrude upon you any longer," said
Gilbert, "if you will kindly tell me whether
you will consent to make Carl a small weekly
allowance."
"I can't say now. I want time to think.
Give me your address, and I will write to Carl
in your care."
"Very well, sir."
Gilbert left the house and made arrangements
to have Carl's trunk called for. It
accompanied him on the next train to Warren.
CHAPTER VI.
Mrs. CRAWFORD'S LETTER.
"How did you like my stepmother?" asked
Carl, when Gilbert returned in the afternoon.
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