HORACE FAIRFAX, Beechwood."
The bogus Lester Armstrong laid the letter down and looked abstractedly
out of the window.
"Of all places in the world, to think that I should be invited there,"
he mused. "While I have just been wondering how they took Faynie's
elopement--and never hearing from her since--and wondering how in the
world I was to discover all that--lo! a way is opened to me!"
Then his thoughts flew back to that stormy wedding night, and that
midnight scene in the little inn, when the girl he had just wedded,
believing her to be an heiress, revealed to him the exasperating truth,
that only that night her father had disinherited her, making a new will
in favor of her stepmother and her daughter Claire. The plan which
Halloran had laid out was to wait a reasonable time, then put in an
appearance, stating that he was Faynie's husband, and that she had just
died, and claim her portion of the estate. Every detail had been most
carefully mapped out; but here he saw an easier way of gaining that same
fortune without the trouble of litigation--marry the girl Claire.
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