"He had developed the highest kind of ambition for you.

He wanted you to grow up a fine simple woman like your mother--something like Miss Sherwood.

He did not want you ever to know the sort of life he had known; and he did not want you to be handicapped by the knowledge that you had a crook for a father.

He still had intact your mother's fortune, a small one, but an honest one.

So he put you and the money in the hands of his trusted friend, with the instructions that you were to be brought up as the girls of the nicest families are brought up, and believing yourself an orphan." "That friend of his, Larry ?" she whispered tensely.
"Jimmie Carlisle." "O--oh!" "I don't know what Jimmie Carlisle's motives were for what he has done.
Perhaps to get your money, perhaps some grudge against your father, which he was afraid to show while your father was free, for your father was always his master.