CHAPTER III
A PROSPECTIVE VISIT
Doris brought out the crumpled letter written by the Misses Gates which she had thrust carelessly into her pocket, and handed it to her uncle. Adjusting his glasses, he read it through and then sat thoughtfully stroking his hair.
“What do you think of it?” Doris demanded.
“Very strange indeed. But just how do you think this letter will help to solve your financial problems?”
“Why, I thought perhaps I am to inherit some money.”
Wardell Force folded the letter and returned it to his niece.
“I hope for your sake that you are right, but I would advise you not to build up your hopes.”
“Don’t you think I should go?”
“I scarcely know what to say, Doris. I recall that years ago your mother had an older brother who for some reason or other left home to travel. He was a young man at that time. To the best of my knowledge he was never heard of again.”
“How queer!”