“That is the second reason that has brought me to New York,” said Helen, more softly. “And it is the more important reason. If you don’t care to have me here, Uncle, I will find work that will support me, and live elsewhere. But I must learn the truth about that old story against father. I sha’n’t leave New York until I have cleared his name.”
CHAPTER XIII
SADIE AGAIN
Mr. Starkweather appeared to recover his equanimity. He looked askance at his niece, however, as she announced her intention.
“You are very young and very foolish, Helen—ahem! A mystery of sixteen or seventeen years’ standing, which the best detectives could not unravel, is scarcely a task to be attempted by a mere girl.”
“Who else is there to do it?” Helen demanded, quickly. “I mean to find out the truth, if I can. I want you to tell me all you know, and I want you to tell me how to find Fenwick Grimes——”
“Nonsense, nonsense, girl!” exclaimed her uncle, testily. “What good would it do you to find Grimes?”
“He was the other partner in the concern. He had just as good a chance to steal the money as father.”