"I know." She bit her lips. "I am a little worried at that, Frank, I'll own. I've wondered, often, if—if there was ever any danger of something like that happening."
"Well, you wouldn't wonder any longer, if you should see Mrs. Nellie Carrolton," observed the doctor, with terse significance.
There was a moment's silence; then, sharply, the doctor spoke again.
"I'm going to write to Helen."
"Oh, Frank!"
"I am. I've got to. I don't think it's right not to."
"But what shall you—tell her?"
"That she'd better come home and look after her property; if she doesn't, she's likely to lose it. That's what I'm going to tell her."
"Oh, Frank!" murmured his distressed sister again; but she made no further demur. And that night the letter went.
In due course came the answer. It was short, but very much to the point. The doctor read it, and said a sharp something behind his teeth. Without another word he handed the note to his sister. And this is what she read:—