“I don't doubt it a bit. But, as far as that goes, I have lived in Bayport for fifty-odd years myself and our folks have lived there for a hundred and fifty. I'm not questionin' you or your family, Doctor Bayliss. If I had questioned 'em I could easily have looked up the record. All I'm sayin' is that I haven't thought of questionin', and I don't just see why you shouldn't take as much for granted as I have.” The old gentleman was a bit disconcerted. He cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat. “I do--I do, Miss Cahoon, of course,” he said. “But--ah--Well, to return to the subject of my son and Miss Morley. The boy is dreadfully agitated, Mr. Knowles. He is quite mad about the girl and his mother and I are much concerned about him. We would--I assure you we would do anything and sacrifice anything for his sake. We like your niece, and, although, as I say, we had planned otherwise, nevertheless we will--provided all is as it should be--give our consent to--to the arrangement, for his sake.” I did not answer. The idea that marrying Frances Morley would entail a sacrifice upon anyone's part except hers angered me and I did not trust myself to speak. But Hephzy spoke for me. “What do you mean by providin' everything is as it should be?” she asked. “Why, I mean--I mean provided we learn that she is--is--That is,--Well, one naturally likes to know something concerning his prospective daughter-in-law's history, you know. That is to be expected, now isn't it.” Hephzy looked at me and I looked at her. “Doctor,” she said. “I wonder if your son told you about some things Hosy--Mr. Knowles, I mean--told him this mornin'. Did he tell you that?” The doctor colored slightly. “Yes--yes, he did,” he admitted. “He said he had a most extraordinary sort of interview with Mr. Knowles and was told by him some quite extraordinary things. Of course, we could scarcely believe that he had heard aright. There was some mistake, of course.” “There was no mistake, Doctor Bayliss,” said I. “I told your son the truth, a very little of the truth.” “The truth! But it couldn't be true, you know, as Herbert reported it to me. He said Miss Morley had left Mayberry, had gone away for some unexplained reason, and was not coming back--that you did not know where she had gone, that she had asked not to be hindered or followed or something. And he said--My word! he even said you, Knowles, had declared yourself to be neither her uncle nor her guardian. THAT couldn't be true, now could it!” Again Hephzy and I looked at each other. Without speaking we reached the same conclusion. Hephzy voiced that conclusion. “I guess, Doctor Bayliss,” she said, “that the time has come when you had better be told the whole truth, or as much of the whole truth about Frances as Hosy and I know. I'm goin' to tell it to you. It's a kind of long story, but I guess likely you ought to know it.”