“It’s good and bad,” returned John slowly. “I’ve had word that my grandfather has died, but I come in for the property he left.”
Mrs. Law looked up a little surprised.
“How strange!” she exclaimed. “I have had such news, too; the letter was sent to my former address, and came just a minute ago.”
“That is a coincidence,” returned John.
“Is it Grandfather Kennedy who is dead?” Jerry asked. “Why, mother——”
John dropped his knife and covered his face with one hand.
Mrs. Law sat gazing at him.
“It can’t be; it can’t be!” she whispered, half rising from her chair.
“Will you tell me your maiden name?” said John, in a queer, strained voice.
“Kennedy was my maiden name,” Mrs. Law answered.