"No."
"And yet you say he is willing to put up money on it?"
"He is ready to help you—yes."
Bartrow's brows went together in a frown of perplexity. "As long as I'm not going to let him, I suppose I haven't any right to ask questions, but"—
She put the book on the table and looked up at him with something of Connie's steadfastness in her eyes.
"Perhaps I was foolish to try to make even such a small mystery of it; but I thought—I was so anxious to—to put it in such a way as to"—
The words would not discover themselves; and Bartrow, to whom the mystery was now no mystery, helped her over the obstruction.
"As to make it easy for me. I think I catch on, after so long a time. Mr. Grimsby is your business manager, isn't he?"
"My solicitor; yes."