lost boy? Quick! tell me if you have any news of him whom I
must say you most closely resemble, and--"

"I do resemble your son, sir, and so much so that a gang of scoundrels
were to use me as a foil to make money out of you."

"But you are not my boy? He would be about your age, and look like you,
I think," and Mr. Rossmore was greatly excited.

"No, Mr. Rossmore, I am not your son; but I have come to tell you all I
know of him, and I am sorry to say that you must give up all hope of
ever seeing him alive."

"No! no! no! I cannot, I cannot!" and Mr. Rossmore listened to the whole
story that Will had to tell, from his meeting with the man whobeing just below the elbow, as was Willie's, while you
remember the tooth I took out for him one day?"

"Yes, he would not go to a dentist, but wished you to take it out, so I
sent for you."

"He had no other tooth missing, and none here are, you see; but great
Heaven!" and the doctor arose to his feet, holding the skull in his
hands.

All pressed about him, while he continued, pointing to the skull: "Do
you see that fracture?

"_It tells the story that he was murdered!_"

It was too true, the fractured skull showed where a death-blow had been
given the poor boy, but whether by accident or design, who could tell?

As all crowded about the doctor, gazing at the skull, Will Raymond
sprang down into the grave and picked up something that had