The letter read: "Claims are likely to be made against the estate that require your personal attention." What could it mean?
Why had my grandmother said nothing to me of this?
She had seen the letter.

I began to wonder.

But to fight down my growing loneliness I started out to see the city.
As I passed up the street I bought _Valentine's Manual_ and glanced at it as I walked.

How far up did the city extend?
The manual said more than thirteen miles.

I could not make that distance before dark.