"Excuse me," said Tuttle, and he went his way.
"Come in," said Garrison. "Come in, Dorothy. I've been at your house and missed you."
She was somewhat pale.
"Yes, I couldn't stay—I wanted to see you the moment you returned," she told him. "Theodore has found my address, I don't know how, and sent me a note in which he says he has something new—some dreadful surprise——"
"Never mind Theodore," Garrison interrupted. "Sit down and get your breath. He couldn't have come upon much in all his hunting—much, I mean, that we do not already know. In the meantime, get ready for news—I can't tell what sort of news, but—I've found your uncle's latest will!"
Dorothy made no attempt to speak for a moment. Her face became almost ashen. Then it brightened. Alarm went from her eyes and she even mustered a smile.
"It doesn't make a great deal of difference now, whatever Uncle John may have done," she said. "Foster and Alice will be all right—but, where did you find it? Where has it been?"
"I found it at the room he occupied in Hickwood—and fetched it along."
He produced it from his pocket and placed it in her hand.
Despite her most courageous efforts she was weak and nervously excited.
Her hands fairly trembled as she tore the envelope across.