“I ought not to say another word on the subject,” he declared, emphatically. “What Captain Warren will say to me when he finds this out is unpleasant to consider. But.... But yet, I don’t know. It may be better for you to learn the real truth than to know a part and guess wrongly at the rest. I.... What is it you want me to tell you?”
“Everything. I want you to sit down here by me and tell me the whole story, from the beginning. Please.”
He hesitated a moment longer and, then, his mind made up, returned to his chair, crossed his legs and began. “Here it is,” he said.
“Caroline, about twenty years ago, or such matter, your father was a comparatively poor man—poor, I mean, compared to what he afterward became. But he was a clever man, an able business man, one who saw opportunities and grasped them. At that time he obtained a grant in South America for—”
“I know,” she interrupted; “the Akrae Rubber Company was formed. You told Steve and me all about that. What I want to know is—”
“Wait. I did not tell you all about it. I said that another man invested ten thousand dollars with your father to form that company. That man, so we now know, was your uncle, Captain Elisha Warren.”
“I guessed that. Of course it must have been he.”
“It was. The captain was older than your father, had lived carefully, and had saved some money. Also, at that time, he idolized his brother and believed in his shrewdness and capability. He invested this ten thousand on Rodgers Warren’s word that the investment was likely to be a good one. That, and to help the latter in business. For a few years the company did nothing; during that time your father and uncle disagreed—concerning another matter, quite unconnected with this one—and they did not see each other again while Rodgers lived. In that long period the Akrae Company made millions. But Elisha supposed it to be bankrupt and worthless; because—well, to be frank, because his brother wrote him to that effect.”
He paused, fearful of the effect which this announcement might have upon the girl. But she had guessed this part of her father’s dishonor and was prepared for it. She made no comment, and he continued.
“Now we come to the will. Your father, Caroline, was not a bad man at heart. I knew him well, and I believe that may be said truthfully. He realized what he had done, how he had defrauded the brother who had been so kind to him, and he meant, he kept promising himself, to some day repay the money he had taken. To insure that, he put that note with the other papers of the Company. If he did repay, it could be destroyed. If he did not, if he should die, it would be there to prove—what it did prove. But always in his mind was the thought of you and Steve, the children he loved. He had quarreled with his brother it is true; he had cheated him, but restitution for that cheat he had provided. But what would become of you, left—in case he died without making restitution—penniless? He knew his brother, as I said; knew his character, respected his honesty, and believed in his conscientiousness and his big heart. So he made his will, and in it, as you know, he appointed Elisha your guardian. He threw his children and their future upon the mercy and generosity of the brother he had wronged. That is his reason, as we surmise it, for making that will.”