"But--don't you think that if all else fails the man who wrote this would come forward?
Oh, surely!" Brereton stood silently looking at her for a full minute.

From the first time of meeting with her he had felt strangely and strongly attracted to his client's daughter, and as he looked at her now he began to realize that he was perhaps more deeply interested in her than he knew.
"It's all the most extraordinary mystery--this about your father--that ever I came across!" he exclaimed suddenly.

Then he looked still more closely at her.

"You've been worrying!" he said impetuously.

"Don't! I beg you not to.