"How do you find people?" put in Tibby, who was trying very hard to understand what it was all about.
"It will be somewhat like the needle in the hay-stack. Boston is a big place—and a lot can happen in—let me see, that must have been fifteen years ago."
"Will you hire detectives?" Gyp was quivering with the desire to help hunt down the mysterious Craig Winton.
"I don't want to; I've always had a sort of distrust of detectives and yet we may have to. We have so little to start on. I'll get Stevens and Murray together to-morrow—perhaps they can tell me more about the buying of the patent. And I'll have Watkins recommend some reliable Boston attorney." Uncle John's voice sounded as though he meant business.
Isobel had said nothing during the little family council. She suddenly lifted her head, her eyes dark with disapproval.
"Won't giving this person all that money make us poor?"
Something in her tone sent a little shock through the others.
"My dear——" protested her mother.
"Oh, you'd go on cheating him—just like Uncle Peter! That's like you—just think about yourself," accused Graham, disgustedly.
"Do you want tainted money?" cried Gyp grandly.