CHAPTER VI

LORD WESSEMER’S ADVICE There was a letter on his table when Bryan reached home, with type-written address and foreign postmark. He threw himself into his easy-chair, and lighting a pipe, read it slowly. “_Redstone Park,_ _S. F._ “DEAR PARD,— “Yours to hand. Glad you’re getting a good time. Things are booming all around. I’ve got a firm of lawyer chaps in ’Frisco to make out a sort of statement to show how our investments stand, and if you feel like selling o…