"His nephew!" the captain exclaimed. "Old David's nephew!"
"Yes, that's who he is, and David and Simon Dockett were brothers."
"Good heavens!" the captain ejaculated. "What's the meaning of it all,
I'd like to know?"
"Let me tell you," Mr. Westcote replied. "It is only right that you should know."
As briefly as possible he related the story of the two sealed papers, the captain and his wife listening with the keenest interest. He told also of Bramshaw's suspicious actions.
"And do you mean to tell me that old David was murdered by his nephew?" the captain asked in amazement when the story was finished.
"It looks very much like it, doesn't it?"
"It certainly does. My, my, who'd have thought such a thing!" and the captain leaned back overcome by what he had just heard.
Before the visitors left, Mrs. Peterson spread a little table with a spotless cloth, and brought forth some of her fresh bread, cake and preserves.
"It is no trouble, I assure you," she replied in answer to Lois' remonstrance. "You must have a cup of tea before you leave, and I thought it would be nice out here on the verandah."