"Do you know, Uncle Jim, I made a discovery to-day. The man who kept my poor husband from making a fortune was that person."
"What person?" growled the old chap looking straight ahead.
"That Rogeen person you are trusting your money to."
Jim Crill bit his pipe stem to hide a dry grin. He had often heard the story of the bursted mine sale. He had some suspicions, knowing Barnett, of what the mine really was.
"And, Uncle Jim, of course you won't keep him. Besides, he insulted me this morning."
"How?" It was another grunt.
Evelyn went into the painful details of her humiliation at the bank. "When she got through Uncle Jim turned sharply in his chair.
"Did you do that?"
"Do what?" gasped Evelyn.
"Try to interfere with his loans?"