Wade nodded.
Virginia leaned toward him in her eagerness.
“Do you suppose there could be any mistake about that, Mr. Wade?”
“How do you mean, Mrs. Landray?”
“I mean, could he have written two thousand when he meant only one thousand.”
Wade shook his head.
“Why, no, why should you suppose that? The memorandum shows careful preparation, to my thinking. But I don't at all understand your question—two thousand, when he meant one—what has become of the land anyhow? Who owns it now?”
“I don't know—I sold it to Mr. Stark, Asa Stark's son, but I only sold him one thousand acres. Mr. Benson arranged the sale.”
“You sold a thousand acres,” Wade repeated. “What became of the other thousand acres?”
“I don't know, that is what I want you to discover for me.”