Million, clutching her starched white apron, nodded.
I read it aloud, this letter of Destiny.
It bore the address of a lawyer's office in Chancery Lane, and it began:
"To Miss Nellie Million.
"Dear Madam:—I am instructed to inform you that under the will of your late uncle, Mr. Samuel Million, of Chicago, U.S.A., you have been appointed heiress to his fortune of one million dollars.
"I shall be pleased to call upon you and to await your instructions, if you will kindly acquaint me with your present address——"
"That was sent to the Orphanage," whispered Million.
"or I should be very pleased to meet you if you would make it convenient to come and call upon me here at my offices at any time which may suit you. I am, Madam,
"Yours obediently,
"Josiah Chesterton."