Two days later came a letter from Robert--not the one mailed from London, but one he had penned in New York before taking the trip on the ocean liner.
Mrs. Talbot was greatly interested in all her son had to say. She was glad he was enjoying good health, and pleased to know that he would write again on reaching the other side of the Atlantic.
On the same day that she received Robert's letter a visitor called upon her. It was William Frankwell, her lawyer, and a man who had at one time transacted all of Mr. Frost's legal business for him.
"You will excuse me for calling, Mrs. Talbot," said the lawyer, after the usual greeting. "But I thought it might be for your interest to drop in."
"I am glad to see you, Mr. Frankwell," she responded. "I was thinking of sending for you."
"Indeed. Was it about that check?"
"What do you know of the check?" she cried.
"I heard of it at the bank, and I thought----"
The lawyer paused.
"That it was rather unusual for me to put out a check of that size?"