"You had better read this advertisement, Jim," she said.
Jim saw the newspaper was printed at Montreal two years before. He glanced at the place Carrie indicated, started, and then looked straight in front.
"How did you get the thing?" he asked after a moment or two.
"Mother bought some old paper for packing. She took this piece just now to light the stove and saw the notice. But are you the man they want?"
"Yes," said Jim, quietly. "Franklin Dearham was my father."
Jake picked up the newspaper and they were silent for a few moments. Then Carrie asked: "What are you going to do about it?"
"To begin with, I'll write to the lawyers at Montreal," said Jim, who knitted his brows. "After that I don't know. The advertisement is cautious, but it looks as if Joseph Dearham was dead. I don't think my father expected to inherit his property. It's puzzling."
"Was Joseph Dearham rich?" Jake asked.
"He had some land and money and the old house at Langrigg. I've often thought about Langrigg, but I'd sooner the lawyers had left me alone."
"Why?"