"Yes," he said, listlessly.
"I expect it is about the late earl's will," said Austin Ambrose.
Blair walked into an anteroom, and dropping into a chair, threw the letters on to a writing table.
"See what it is they want, will you, Austin?" he said.
Austin took the letter and opened it.
"It's about that five thousand pounds which the earl left to——"
Blair turned and leaned his head on his hand, so that his face was concealed.
"Well?"
"They say that every effort has been made to discover Miss Hale's whereabouts, by advertising and inquiries, and that they can find no trace of her."
"Ah, no!" said Blair, with a deep sigh.