Four came now with bewildering conviction.

Fragments of the puzzle of mystery that had bothered him for days dropped dizzily into place, even the fairy mill and the Eve of All Souls.

What wonder that in a drunken fit of superstition Adam had staggered out to seek his dead! With his hair in disarray from the frantic combing of his fingers, Kenny went down to find Joan.

He read the will aloud to her, controlling his voice with an effort.
"Don shall have the farm," said Joan.

"I shouldn't know what to do with it." Kenny read the baffling clause at the end of the will again.
"'All the rest, residue and remainder of my wealth, wheresoever situate, provided the executor can find it.'" It seemed to him in his excitement that he could not tell her what he thought--that he could not say it all with care and calm when his head was whirling.
"Joan," he said gently, "you must tell me everything you remember about your mother and your father and your uncle.