“It’s quite coincidental,” Westy said, feeling his way over thin ice, “but it is said his descendants also live in Santa Fe.”
“And his name?”
“Paul Mitchell!”
CHAPTER XLIV—ON THE RIGHT TRAIL
“Or course,” Westy said, pretending he didn’t see them start, “there’s other Mitchells here!”
“No.” Mr. Mitchell looked grave. “Not that I know of! My grandfather was Paul Mitchell.”
“Did you say that these people heard about a sealed envelope in the family having been willed to my son?” Mrs. Mitchell was now aroused also.
“Yes, that’s the way I heard it. They saw it in the Santa Fe paper, I think.”
“You are right, Westy,” the older man said. “That envelope is in this house now. In my safe and worth a fortune—— Is it possible to wire Miss and Mrs. Redmond?”
“Yes. It would take two days to reach them, though.”