“Beatrice has inherited everything that belonged to my mother. I am your own daughter, father. You ought to be proud of me. But there, I gave you another commission. Is it true that Jerry is really here?”
“He arrived in England on Wednesday on the Lusitania. He has been in town all the time since.”
A distinct frown darkened her face.
“He must have had my letter, then,” she murmured, half to herself.
“Without a doubt,” her father admitted. “Elizabeth, why do you take chances about seeing this man? He was fond of you in New York, I know, but then he was fond of his brother, too. He may not believe your story. It may be dangerous.”
She smiled.
“I think I can convince Jerry Gardner of anything I choose to tell him,” she said. “Besides, it is absolutely necessary that I have some information about Wenham's affairs. He must have a great deal more money somewhere and I must find out how we are to get at it.”
The professor shook his head.
“I don't like it,” he muttered. “Supposing he finds Beatrice!”
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.