It was the one of her own birth—"Leonie Pyne, daughter of Roger and Eleanor Pyne!"
How her heart beat as she read the words, knowing that she was a legitimate child!
After a long look she put it aside, and turned her attention entirely to looking for the will.
She found it at last at the bottom of the box, wrapped in a piece of tissue paper, and opening it began to read:
"Know ye all men by these presents, that——"
Then unable, through feminine curiosity, to wait further, she looked at the signature. It was clear enough, and duly witnessed: "Roger Pyne."
She could scarcely control her excitement as she read it.
Roger Pyne!
And Roger Pyne was her father!
She sat for some time with the will in her hand, unable to see the letters because of her trembling; then by a tremendous effort she controlled herself, and read it through to the end.