Lizzie was at home and heard what Kelly confessed.
Her joy and astonishment knew no bounds, and she cried:
"Then there is some probability that my poor father yet lives!"
"Yes, indeed," replied Harry, "and it is our belief that he is still concealed down South in the big swamp on his estate. We are going back there to investigate the matter."
"And I sincerely hope you will be successful in finding him," fervently replied the girl. "In fact, I am so anxious about the matter that I shall go down to Swamp Angel myself as soon as I can get my affairs so regulated here that I can go away."
"Then we shall meet there."
"I hope so. And if your work is going to keep you in the vicinity of our place, I want you to make your headquarters there."
They thanked her for the invitation and after some further talk they left the house and headed for the writing-expert's office.
The professor was located on Broadway near Chambers street.
He was in when they called.