"I'll remember—if I find any of them," murmured the man, as he wrote the last name.
"And thank you so much!" beamed Cordelia.
There was a moment's silence. The man was playing with his pencil.
"Did you say you were asked to find these people?" he inquired at last, examining the lead of his pencil intently.
"Oh, yes, sir."
"Indeed! And may I inquire who asked you?"
"Why, of course! The people who belong to them—who are so anxious for them to come back, you know."
"Oh, then they want them?" The man was still examining the point of his pencil.
"Indeed they do, Mr. Edwards," cried Cordelia, glad to find her new audience so interested. "Mrs. Lizzie Higgins eloped years ago, and her mother, Mrs. Snow, is terribly worried. She's never heard a word from her. Mrs. Granger is a widow, and very poor. Her husband died last year. She hasn't any one left but her cousin, Lester Goodwin, now, and she so wishes she could find him. Lester's had some money left him, but if he isn't found this year, it'll go to some one else."
"Oh!" The man gave a short little laugh that sounded not quite pleasant, as he lifted his head suddenly. "I begin to see. Mrs. Granger thinks if she had Lester, and Lester had the money, why she'd get the money, too, eh?"