It was later on this day that Helen plucked up courage to go to her uncle and give him back the letter he had written to Fenwick Grimes.
“I did not use it, sir,” she said.
“Ahem!” he said, and with evident relief. “You have thought better of it, I hope? You mean to let the matter rest where it is?”
“I have not abandoned my attempt to get at the truth—no, Uncle Starkweather.”
“How foolish of you, child!” he cried.
“I do not think it is foolish. But I will try not to mix you up in my inquiries. That is why I did not use the letter.”
“And you have seen Grimes?” he asked, hastily.
“Oh, yes.”
“Oh, yes.”