“Yes, can you go there now?”
“Certainly, if she wants me;” and Wade reached for his hat.
What the banker had said, took him in hot haste to the cottage.
“I wonder if old Benson has been up to any tricks!” he speculated as he strode along. “He was her lawyer when she had money, and she looks after her business in a way to make her a temptation to her attorney.”
Mr. Wade was himself quite honest. He had certain large ambitions, and these coupled with small opportunity had saved him from any false steps; but he did not always give others the credit of seeing as far ahead as he saw.
He reached the cottage, and found Virginia waiting for him. She rose from her chair as he entered the room.
“I have just left Mr. Norton,” said Wade, as he greeted her. “He said you wished me to call.”
“Yes, Mr. Wade, I did,” said Virginia gravely. She had been seated at a table that stood by one of the windows through which the morning sun was streaming, and Wade saw that the table was littered with papers. He conjectured that they were the papers that Reddy had sent.
“Did Mr. Norton tell you anything?” asked Virginia.
“Not a word, Mrs. Landray, except that you wanted to see me. He intimated though that something had happened.”