I didn't
know who she was or her name - Monty was always precious close, but
I had the address of a firm of lawyers who knew all about her. I
called there the other day and saw an old chap who questioned and
cross-questioned me until I wasn't sure whether I was on my head or
my heels, and, after all, he told me to call again this afternoon
for her address. I told him of course that Monty died a pauper and
he'd no share of our concession to will away, but I'd done so well
that I thought I'd like to make over a trifle to her - in fact I'd
put away 10,000 pounds worth of Bekwando shares for her. I called
this afternoon, and do you know, Miss Wendermott, the young lady
declined to have anything to say to me - wouldn't let me know who
she was that I might have gone and talked this over in a friendly
way with her. Didn't want money, didn't want to hear about her
father!"
"You must have been disappointed."
"I'll admit it," he replied. "I was; I'd come to think pretty well
of Monty although he was a loose fish and I'd a sort of fancy for
seeing his daughter."
She took up a screen as though to shield the fire from her face.
Would the man's eyes never cease questioning her - could it be that
he suspected? Surely that was impossible!
"Why have you never tried to find her before?" she asked.
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