"Blest if I remember," answered Tom.  "I've heard it, too, but I don't recall it.  But I'll tell you how I can find out," he went on, rummaging in his pockets.  "I've got a letter somewhere that was sent to my chum.  I got it from the headquarters post-office the day I was captured and forgot to give it to him.  The Huns tore the envelope off when they saw me, but when they saw that it was of no importance to them they tossed it back.  I've kept it carefully ever since because it's from some lawyer fellow in Paris telling him about his mother's property, and I hope some time to be able to hand it to him.  It's simply a business letter with nothing private or personal in it.  Here it is," and Tom produced from his pocket a crumpled letter without an envelope.  "Let's see, the name of Frank's mother is Delatour--why, what's the matter, Martel?" he added anxiously, as he saw the Frenchman turn white and start back at the mention of the name.