"You didn't know it, then?"
"No. He wrote about a child. Of course, I supposed he was lying. That was before I went abroad."
"You've been abroad?"
"I have."
"Long?"
"Several years."
"How long since you've heard from Harry Quest?"
"Several years—a dozen, maybe. I suppose he's living on what I settled on him. If he needed money I'd hear from him soon enough."
"He doesn't need money, now. He doesn't need anything more from anybody. But his little daughter does."
"Is Harry dead?" she asked sharply.