Dorothy nodded assent.
Garrison's impulse was to push a point in personal affairs and ask if she had really married some Fairfax, not yet upon the scene. But he adhered strictly to business.
"What you fear is that Foster, aware that you would become your uncle's heir, may have hastened your uncle's end, in the hope that when you came in for the property you would liquidate his debts?"
Dorothy nodded again.
She said: "It is terrible! Do you see the slightest ray of hope?"
Garrison ignored the query for a moment.
"Where is Foster now?"
"No one knows—he seems to have run away—that's one of the worst things about it."
"But you came over here to warn him," said Garrison.
Dorothy flushed.