"This picture resembles Mrs. Davis," he said.
"Think so?" asked Van. "I know it does. It's meant for the lady in that room yonder--when she was younger, though."
"How do you come by it?" inquired Ralph.
"It's a secret for the present, but I don't mind telling you. A friend--a long distance away--asked me to locate the original of that picture. Somehow he got a clew to the fact that she was living in this district."
"Yes, she came to Stanley Junction recently."
"Anyhow, I followed out directions," narrated Van. "I've done what I came for. The woman lives in that house yonder. I must go back and inform my friend."
"Not right away. Mother will want to see you, Van."
Van shook his head resolutely.
"I'll be back again soon, Ralph," he promised. "I wish I could tell you more, but it's not my business."
"That's all right, Van. I don't want to pry into your secrets."