It seems I've got a namesake," he resumed in a shaking voice, a few moments later; "Walter Neilson's child." "And who's Walter Neilson ?" asked Bertram.
"A boyhood friend.

You wouldn't remember him.

This letter is from his child." "Well, let's hear it.

Go ahead.

I fancy we can stand the--LETTER; eh, Cyril ?" Cyril frowned.