When Lois had finished, she laid the paper upon the desk and remained silent for a few seconds. The last part of the confession was what interested her most of all. She felt sure that Melburne Telford was none other than Sydney Bramshaw. But how was she to prove it? Where could the person be found who could identify him? she asked herself.
"What do you think of the story?" Margaret asked, as she studied Lois' face in an effort to divine her thoughts.
"It is most interesting," was the reply, "and it explains things I could not understand before. But how are we to prove that Sydney Bramshaw is really Simon Dockett's nephew?"
"Perhaps father may know more about it than we do," Margaret suggested.
"He must have received notice of Simon Dockett's death."
Lois was about to reply when a sudden thought flashed into her mind, which caused her face to flush with excitement.
"What is it, dear?" Margaret questioned, noticing her agitation.
"Don't press me for an answer, please," and Lois rose to her feet. "I shall explain everything to you later. I must get home at once. A new idea has come into my mind, which makes me very restless."
As she was standing there, Mr. Westcote entered. His face bore a worried expression which Lois and Margaret were not slow to notice.
"Have they caught him?" Lois eagerly asked.
"No, not yet, but he will be taken no doubt at the station. You have finished reading the paper, I see," and he glanced toward the desk. "What do you think of it?"