“Are they?” innocently.
“Yes. I think the last sale was at a figure between ninety and one hundred thousand dollars.”
“Indeed! Was father’s seat worth as much as that?”
“Yes.”
“But,” with a sigh, “that, I suppose, went with the rest of the estate.”
“Yes.”
“Into the hands of the man who took it all?”
“Yes; the same hands,” with a sly smile at his own private joke.
“Then how does it happen that my uncle has it in his possession?”
The lawyer smiled no more. He turned in his chair and gazed quickly and keenly at the young lady beside him. And her gaze was just as keen as his own.