Tavia pulled out her dresser drawer in search of something, and there dropped to the floor a torn envelope. She picked it up quickly.
“There!” she exclaimed, “that’s the piece of paper I lost the day my picture went. Do you want to see it?” handing it to Dorothy.
“The Marsall Investment Company!” Dorothy gasped. “Where ever did that come from?”
“That’s the company your father has his money in; isn’t it?” Tavia questioned.
“Yes,” Dorothy replied, her eyes still on the envelope.
“Well, my dear I found that in the memorable box of poisoned chocolates, that Jean Faval wasted her hair tonic on the day we arrived,” Tavia said.
CHAPTER XVIII
LETTERS
What could Jean Faval have to do with that investment company?
Dorothy wondered, bewildered at the sudden discovery. Perhaps this was why Jean showed such hatred for her. Perhaps—but Major Dale could never do anything to defraud one—he could have nothing to do with the possibility of a Faval’s loss, if the family did lose.