“Humph. Did you find your folks?” he asked, turning the subject quickly.
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s the matter with you, then? What do you want?”
“You are Mr. Grimes?” she pursued, to make sure.
“Well, I don’t deny it.”
“I have come to talk to you about—about Prince Morrell,” she said, in a very low voice so that the clerk could not hear.
“Who?” gasped the man, falling back in his chair. Evidently Helen had startled him.
“Prince Morrell,” she replied.
“What are you to Prince Morrell?” demanded the man.
“I am his daughter. He is dead. I have come here to talk with you about the time—the time he left New York,” said the girl from Sunset Ranch, hesitatingly.