Frank L. Packard,
Doors of the Night
“ Billy Kane answered quickly. “May I ask what——”“Yes,” said David Ellsworth, a sort of curious reluctance in his voice. He took a letter from his pocket, and handed it to Billy Kane. “It’s this.”Billy Kane opened the letter—and, staring at the type-written words on the sheet in his hand, suddenly an angry red tinged his cheeks and mounted to his temples. His eyes mechanically travelled over the lines again: Like father like son may be an old adage, but like a good many old adages its face value is not always to be relied upon. ”
