“Clever Mike!” thought Linda, as she read this deduction. “Now why didn’t we think of that before?”
She and Helen and Mrs. Smalley discussed the question from every angle that morning and decided that the criminal who ran Helen down on purpose was the same man that had set fire to the house. And both Helen and Mrs. Smalley agreed that this must be Ed Tower.
“But do you remember a Mrs. Fishberry, who claims that she took care of Helen, ever since her grandfather died?” Linda asked Mrs. Smalley.
The old lady shook her head.
“It is a lie,” she answered, quietly. “I have always taken care of Helen. And I never heard of any person by that name.”
“She claims to be Mrs. Edward Tower now,” added Linda, telling about the threatened law suit.
But none of these things worried Helen now; she was too much excited over the joy of finding her old nurse and of discovering her grandfather’s will in her favor, to worry much about her uncle, or this new aunt. She wanted to talk about the happiness the future held for her and Mrs. Smalley.
“We’ll get the money,” she said, “and then we’ll buy a house in Spring City, shan’t we, Nana—to be near to the Carltons!”
“Near to Aunt Emily—yes,” agreed Linda. “But I shan’t be in Spring City next winter. I am going to take a job as soon as we get back.”
“A job?” demanded Helen. “Where? What?”