"It really seems so ridiculous," she explained at last desperately. "Almost like a dream of fancy, and I hardly know how to put the situation into words. If I were ten years younger I would almost be convinced myself that it was all imaginary, yet everything I tell you is true. I wonder if you will believe me?" "Do not question that. I realize fully your earnestness." "Yet I am going to test your credulity, just the same. But it would be very foolish to venture as far as I have already, and then fail to go on. So I'll tell you just what I know, and--and then leave it there. That will be the best way. Those people you met last evening have nothing to do with the story--none of them, at least, unless it may possibly be Percival Coolidge. I am rather afraid of him; I always have been. I believe he knows what all this trouble means, but I do not dare go and talk with him about it. That is really what is the matter, I suppose--there is no one I can talk to; they would only laugh at me. If you do, I shall never forgive you." "I am not at all so inclined. Tell me the story from the very beginning." "Yes, I will. My father was Steven Coolidge, and was very wealthy. He did not marry until late in life, and, I have reason to believe it was a great disappointment to his brother Percival that a child was born. Perhaps I ought not to make such a statement, but much has occurred to impress me with his dislike--" "He is your guardian?" "Yes; you learned that last night?" "From the Colonel; he seemed to enjoy talking, and naturally, I was curious. Has Percival Coolidge wealth of his own?" "Only what my father left him, which was a considerable sum, and a limited interest in the business. He was very much dissatisfied with his share. Originally he was one of the two trustees in charge of the estate, but the other died, leaving him entirely in control. Before I was born he had confidently expected to inherit everything." "The estate then is not settled?" "Not until I am twenty-five; within a few days now." "And your mother?" "She died at my birth." West leaned forward eagerly. "It is the estate then that troubles you?" he asked swiftly. "You imagine it has wasted?" "No, not at all. They tell me it has increased in value. My father's lawyer assures me as to this. Percival Coolidge is a good business man, but something strange is going on behind the scenes. I cannot talk with the lawyer about it; I can scarcely be sure myself. I--I am simply up against a mystery I am unable to solve. Everywhere I turn I run into a blank wall." "But I do not understand." "How could you expect to, when it is so utterly obscure to me? I seem to be fighting against a ghost." "A ghost!"