"He put the thing into the hands of a private detective whom he could trust; and he went himself to Wenton—for a vacation, apparently."
"Good old Brett! Wise, as usual. What did he find?"
"Nothing—except that she was not there, and hadn't been there since she left some years ago, soon after her mother's death. He says he's positive of that. So he had to come back no wiser than he went."
"But—the detective."
"Very little there. Still, there was something. He traced her to Boston."
"Boston!"
"Yes."
"What friends has she in Boston?"
"None, so far as I know. I never heard her mention knowing a soul there. Still, I believe she had a—a position there with some one, before she went to Aunt Eunice; but I don't know who it was."
"There's Gleason—she knows him."