Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"If their ledgers contained the record of his having paid in even so
much as a single cheque we might have been able to trace the history
of that cheque, and in so doing might have lighted upon something
which would have served as the key to the whole puzzle; if, that is,
we could discover some one who ever paid him anything we might find
out why he paid, and so might chance upon a clue which in the end
might show us where his income came from. As it is we have nothing to
go upon; and I can't help thinking that he meant his bankers should
have nothing to go upon; whether he intended that you should be in the
same position is another question. The consequence is, as matters
stand, I am bound to say so, my dear Miss Nora, it is no use blinking
the truth----"
"Please tell me what you believe to be the truth; pray don't what you
call blink it."
"It is a perfectly fair deduction to draw that he had come to the end
of his resources, whatever they may have been; quite conceivably the
immediate cause of his illness was the consciousness that it was so; I
am free to confess that, in this connection, the absence of the three
thousand pounds, his usual quarterly payment into the bank, and,
indeed, of any cash, is significant. I can only hope, Miss Nora, that
you know something which will place the matter in quite a different
aspect."
When the doctor ceased there was silence. Mr. Nash, fidgeting with his
papers, seemed disposed to let his eyes rest anywhere rather than on
the faces of his companions. Miss Harding, judging from her
appearance, continually hovered on the verge of collapse; that no one
noticed her condition showed how the others were preoccupied. Of the
four Nora still bore herself as the one who was most at ease. She sat
up straight; well back on her chair; her hands lying idle on her lap;
a look upon her face which suggested an assurance which nothing they
might say to her could touch; when she spoke she held her head a
little back, with, in her wide-open eyes, what was almost the glint of
a smile.
"I don't know what you call knowledge. I can only say that I am sure
that you have not yet got to the root of the matter; that there is
still something to be explained; because I am convinced that my father
has left behind him a great deal of money."
"It is more than probable you are right; nothing will surprise me more
than to learn that he hasn't; all that is wanted is a clue. Tell us on
what you found your conviction."
"It is not altogether easy, but I'll try." The faintest touch of
colour tinged her cheeks. "You know I am engaged to be married. My
father, in congratulating me, said that the fact that Mr. Spencer had
no money wouldn't matter, because I should have enough for both. I am
sure he would not have said that had it not been true; I know my
father."
"In other words, he practically told you that, after he was gone, he
would leave you well provided for."
"That was what it amounted to, yes."
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