It was of her that he was thinking when he walked into the office of Swearengen Jones's lawyers.
"The truth is, Mr.Grant, I'd completely forgotten the existence of an uncle," he responded.
"It is not surprising," said Mr.Grant, genially.

"Every one who knew him in New York nineteen or twenty years ago believed him to be dead.
He left the city when you were a very small lad, going to Australia, I think.

He was off to seek his fortune, and he needed it pretty badly when he started out.

This letter from Mr.Jones comes like a message from the dead.

Were it not that we have known Mr.Jones for a long time, handling affairs of considerable importance for him, I should feel inclined to doubt the whole story.