“You can,” declared the girl, suddenly.
“Will you tell me how?” he asked, in a rather vexed tone.
“By telling me where to find Mr. Grimes,” said Helen.
“Why—er—that is easily done, although I have had no dealings with Mr. Grimes for many years. But if he is at home—he travels over the country a great deal—I can give you a letter to him and he will see you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You are determined to try to rake up all this trouble?”
“I will see Mr. Grimes. And I will try to find Allen Chesterton.”
“Out of the question!” cried her uncle. “Chesterton is dead. He dropped out of sight long ago. A strange character at best, I believe. And if he was the thief——”
“Well, sir?”
“He certainly would not help you convict himself.”