"I'm Miss Ettie Shafter, Mr.Shafter's daughter.

My mother's dead, and I run the house.

You can sit down by the stove in the front room until father comes along--Ah, here he is! So you can fix things with him right away." A heavy, elderly man came plodding up the path.

In a few words McMurdo explained his business.

A man of the name of Murphy had given him the address in Chicago.