Then, being overcome by curiosity, she read it. The money part did not greatly interest her; money was such a common thing of which she heard so much. What interested her were, first, Miss Ogilvy and the unexplained reasons of her bequest, and secondly, in a more acute fashion, Mademoiselle Boiset, who was pretty and sang so nicely. Miss Ogilvy, whoever she might have been, at any rate, was dead, but Juliette clearly was much alive, with her prettiness and good voice. No wonder, then, that she had not heard from Godfrey. He was too occupied with the late Miss Ogilvy and the very present Mademoiselle Juliette, in whose father’s house he was living as one of the family.
Isobel’s face, however, showed none of her wonderings. She read the letter quite composedly, but with such care that afterwards she could have repeated it by heart. Then she handed it back, saying:
“Well, Godfrey seems to have been fortunate.”
“Yes, but why? I find no explanation of this bequest—if there is a bequest.”
“No doubt there is, Mr. Knight. Godfrey was always most truthful and above-board,” she answered, looking at him.
Mr. Knight flinched and coloured at her words, and the steady gaze of those grey eyes. She wondered why though she was not to learn for a long while.
“I thought perhaps you could lend me some book, or books, which would enable me to find out about Miss Ogilvy. I have never heard of her before, though I think that in one of his brief communications Godfrey did mention a lady who was kind to him in the train.”
“Certainly, there are lots of them. ‘Who’s Who’—only she would not be there unless she was very rich, but you might look. Peerages; they’re no good as she was Miss Ogilvy, though, of course, she might be the daughter of a baron. ‘County Families,’ Red Books, etc. Let’s try some of them.”
So they did try. Various Ogilvys there were, but none who gave them any clue. This was not strange, as both Miss Ogilvy’s parents had died in Australia, when she was young, leaving her to be brought up by an aunt of another name in England, who was also long dead.
So Mr. Knight retreated baffled. Next morning, however, a letter arrived addressed “Godfrey Knight, Esq.,” which after his pleasing fashion he opened promptly. It proved to be a communication from a well-known firm of lawyers, which enclosed a copy of Miss Ogilvy’s will, called special attention to the codicil affecting himself, duly executed before the British Consul and his clerk in Lucerne, gave the names of the English trustees, solicited information as to where the interest on the sum bequeathed was to be paid, and so forth.