"That is a large sum."
"Yes; I had no idea when we lived in Syracuse that Solon was so rich. He says that I underrated his business abilities."
"Do you know if he has met with any recent business success?"
"No; he never tells me particulars."
Mrs. Mason thought she could guess where the forty-five thousand dollars were coming from, and on her return she told Mark what she had heard.
"He must be going to sell the stock," said Mark.
"Can we stop him?"
"No, as executor he would have the right to do this, but we must arrange to share the proceeds. I will see our lawyer, and ask him what is best to be done."
At this moment there was a knock at the door. Mark opened it, and there stood Tom Trotter in his new uniform. "I've got a message for you, Mark," he said.
"Who is it from?"