"I suppose it's worth trying. But what have the papers to do with me?"
"They affect you as well as me, Jim. Uncle wished the two of us to carry on his work."
"How pleasant!" I murmured. "And suppose I refuse?"
"Well," she said, with just the least gesture of helplessness, "I'll have to do whatever I can myself. But it was Uncle's wish that we divide the proceeds."
"The proceeds of what?"
"That's more than I can say, Jim. We've got to find the papers first."
"That's so, Moira. Seeing it's you, I'll hunt for them; if it's worth while I might even help you through, but you'll have to understand from the very start that I won't finger a penny of what you call the proceeds."
"You usen't to be like that, Jim."
"I've changed a lot, haven't I?" I grinned.
For a moment she stared blankly at me, then she asked me, as if the thought had just occurred to her, "There isn't any other girl, is there?"