The first thing I did was to hunt up Miss Graham.
She met me with eagerness; an eagerness I found it difficult to dispel with my disappointing news in regard to Doctor Pool.
"He is not the man," said I. "Can you think of any other?"
She shook her head, her large gray eyes showing astonishment and what I felt bound to regard as an honest bewilderment.
"I wish to mention a name," said I.
"One I know?" she asked.
"Yes."
"I know of no other person capable of wronging that child."
"You are probably right. But there is a gentleman—one interested in the family—a man with something to gain—"
"Mr. Rathbone? You must not mention him in any such connection. He is one of the best men I know—kind, good, and oh, so sensitive! A dozen fortunes wouldn't tempt a man of his stamp to do any one living a wrong, let alone a little innocent child."