The old man shook his head.
"No," he said, "I did not. I sent my regards to him when I learned that he was ill, but I had no idea that his condition was serious. I was greatly saddened by his death. He was considerably younger than myself."
"Did my uncle have any enemies?" questioned Duncan.
Isaac Coffran smiled.
"We are all likely to have enemies" he said. "Your uncle was an active man. He was in many parts of the world. He made many friends, and I suppose he made enemies, also. Why do you ask?"
"Because" — Duncan hesitated a moment — "because I am sure that my uncle had apprehensions of some sort."
"Did he ever mention them to you?"
"No, because I did not arrive here until after he had died."
"That's right. My memory is not so good as it used to be. I recall that you were not here. I received a letter after your Uncle Harvey died that stated you came too late. I believe the letter was from your uncle's old servant. What was the man's name?"
"Hopkins."