I
am your own daughter, father. You ought to be proud of me. But
there, I gave you another commission. Is it true that Jerry is
really here?"
"He arrived in England on Wednesday on the Lusitania. He has
been in town all the time since."
A distinct frown darkened her face.
"He must have had my letter, then," she murmured, half to
herself.
"Without a doubt," her father admitted. "Elizabeth, why do you
take chances about seeing this man? He was fond of you in New
York, I know, but then he was fond of his brother, too. He may
not believe your story. It may be dangerous."
She smiled.
"I think I can convince Jerry Gardner of anything I choose to
tell him," she said. "Besides, it is absolutely necessary that I
have some information about Wenham's affairs. He must have a
great deal more money somewhere and I must find out how we are to
get at it."
The professor shook his head.
"I don't like it," he muttered. "Supposing he finds Beatrice!"
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.
"Beatrice is made of silent stuff," she declared. "I should
never be afraid of her. All the same, I wish I could find out
just where she is. It would look better if we were living
together."
The professor shook his head sadly.
"She left us of her own free will," he said, "and I don't
believe, Elizabeth, that she would ever come back again. She
knew very well what she was doing. She knew that our views of
life were not hers. She didn't know half but she knew enough.
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