“They telegraphed you to come here? Who.... Edwards, you may take Mr. Warren’s things to his room.”
“But, Sis—”
“Just a moment, Steve. Give Edwards your coat and hat. Yes, and your bag. That will be all, Edwards. We sha’n’t need you.”
When they were alone, she turned again to her brother.
“Now, Steve,” she said, “sit down and tell me what you mean. Who telegraphed you?”
“Why, old Sylvester, father’s lawyer. I’ve got the message here somewhere. No, never mind! I’ve lost it, I guess. He wired me to come home as early as possible this morning. Said it was very important. And you didn’t know anything about it?”
“No, not a thing. What can it mean?”
“I don’t know! That’s the bell, isn’t it? Edwards!”
But the butler was already on his way to the door. A moment later he returned.
“Mr. Sylvester,” he announced.