“But why should my name be on this envelope—it looks as if I had sent the codicil back to Admiral Lawrence.”
“That is obviously what she intended; probably hoped to involve you in further trouble. Jove! now she’s with Barnard, she’s probably longing to have this codicil back in her possession,” as he spoke, Duncan thrust the codicil inside the secret drawer. “It can rest there for tonight; in the morning I’ll take it to the Admiral, and then, good-bye to Chichester Barnard’s inheritance. To think of his eloping with a poor woman after all! I believe he knew or suspected she had the codicil—what an awakening for them both when they find she left the codicil here.” Duncan shut the drawer, and turned to his silent companion. “Marjorie, have you nothing to say to me?”
Marjorie’s eyes fell before his ardent look. “I have so much that I do not know where to begin. Ah, how can I thank you for your faith....”
“It was more than faith, Marjorie, it was the master hand of love.”
And as his arms closed around her, she knew, Oh, happy Marjorie, that she had won her woman’s paradise at last.
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes:
On page 13, swivil has been changed to swivel.
On page 13, amenuensis has been changed to amanuensis.
On page 24, Consin has been changed to Cousin.