Tell me--did your
grandfather die in this house, or did he flee to a distant country
during the war?"
"He died far from here, in a strange land. But it surprises me how you
should hit upon this question."
"Did your grandmother die first?"
"Yes; but your questions disturb me."
The old man continued: "Was your own father present before your
grandfather's death, and did he not disclose to him a very important
secret?"
"My grandfather died of a malignant fever which robbed him of his
senses. My father, then a boy, was sent for, but when he arrived he
found his father dead."
"One more question I must ask--and I know you will forgive me. Did your
father receive a big fortune?"
"My father," continued Mr. Vollmar, "returned to this city and this
house a poor man. He married a woman as poor as himself, but with
industry they at last became rich."
"Do you know," continued the old man, "you look just like your
grandfather? He, too, was about the same age as you are now, and I feel,
as I talk to you, as if he were here. But listen to my story and perhaps
it may be of value to you.
"Shortly before this city was plundered I worked as a mason. One day my
employer, a very honest man, received word to call at once upon a
gentleman who wished him to do some work which was to be kept a secret.
As my employer was sick, he sent me in his place, vouching for my honor
and trustworthiness.
"I entered the house and was ushered into a room where your grandfather
(for I have no doubts but that it was he) was seated.
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