He had held no communication with Mr.Woodstock for four years; did not even know whether he was living.

But of him he still thought, now that absolute need was close at hand, and, as soon as Julian Casti had left him to-day, he examined a directory to ascertain whether the accountant still occupied the house in St.John Street Road.

Apparently he did.
And the same evening Waymark made up his mind to visit Mr.Woodstock on the following day.
The old gentleman was sitting alone when the servant announced a visitor.

In personal appearance he was scarcely changed since the visit of his little grand-daughter.

Perhaps the eye was not quite so vivid, the skin on forehead and cheeks a trifle less smooth, but his face had the same healthy colour; there was the same repose of force in the huge limbs, and his voice had lost nothing of its resonant firmness.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, as Waymark entered.