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"So you recognize me?"

Alex Mandebran wet his lips. "I—I recognize you from your pictures!" he admitted, jerkily.

Alex Mandebran was now urged into the limousine, and the erstwhile Negro chauffeur got behind the wheel.
The car was shortly swallowed by the woods.



Chapter IV. THE STRANGE SON
IT was around noon when a tall and very huskily built young gentleman presented himself at the office of the
Philadelphia police chief and requested the privilege of an interview with whoever was in charge of the Jethro
Mandebran investigation.

"What name shall I say?" inquired the reception clerk.

"Alexander Cromwell Mandebran," said the young man.

A few minutes later, the young man was confronting the police chief, district attorney, a Federal investigator,
police officials and a number of newspaper reporters.

"We had expected you earlier," he was told.

"I took the wrong road," the young man explained.
The district attorney asked, "Do you object to the presence of newspapermen?"

"Not at all."

"You are Alexander Cromwell Mandebran, Jethro Mandebran’s son?" he was asked.

"I think I can prove that," the young man said, and smiled slightly. "I have a number of letters." He now
produced envelopes addressed to Alexander Cromwell Mandebran in assorted English and European cities.
These were examined.

While the scrutiny was taking place, a newspaperman nudged his companion. Both of the journalists had
been at the airport when Alex Mandebran landed, and had been with the party of scribes which had later lost
the scion of missing wealth.

"Notice anything queer about friend Alex?" whispered the scribbler.

His companion examined Alex Mandebran intently. "Nope. Why?"

"Maybe it’s my imagination," said the other.

The investigators handed back the letters which they had been scrutinizing.

"Satisfactory?" demanded the young man.

"Yes," he was told.