“Was he generally successful?”
“I do not know, Mr. Jones. I think he was.”
“Your uncle is wealthy?”
“I do not think he is so very wealthy.”
“Then he could not have been a very successful operator, do you think?”
“I never stopped to think of the matter in that way. Uncle has enough to keep him as long as he lives, I guess.”
The maid rapped at the door, just then, and summoned Miss Lansing away.
“You will excuse me, Mr. Jones?” she asked, before leaving.
“Certainly,” said Nick. “Gladly,” he added to himself.
The instant he was left alone, Nick picked up the letter that lay on the library table.