“I suppose,” said Gilbert, sitting down with a resigned air, “the only thing to do in a case of this kind is to have patience and go at the matter categorically. Whom is your letter from?”
“Leslie—and, oh, Gilbert—”
“Leslie! Whew! What has she to say? What’s the news about Dick?”
Anne lifted the letter and held it out, calmly dramatic in a moment.
“There is NO Dick! The man we have thought Dick Moore—whom everybody in Four Winds has believed for twelve years to be Dick Moore—is his cousin, George Moore, of Nova Scotia, who, it seems, always resembled him very strikingly. Dick Moore died of yellow fever thirteen years ago in Cuba.”
CHAPTER 32
MISS CORNELIA DISCUSSES THE AFFAIR
“And do you mean to tell me, Anne, dearie, that Dick Moore has turned out not to be Dick Moore at all but somebody else? Is THAT what you phoned up to me today?”
“Yes, Miss Cornelia. It is very amazing, isn’t it?”