"Very well, then." He sat down and took pen and paper. "The most simple way is to advertise. Let the world know what you want. Offer a reward. Same as for a lost dog. What do you think of this?-- "'Whereas, in the month of February, 1874, a child was adopted by a lady unknown in the city of Birmingham, the mother of the child will be most grateful to the lady who adopted it, if she will send her name and address to--' What shall we say? 'R. W., care of the hall porter, Dumfries Flats.' I will receive the letters." "But the reward?" "I am coming to that, Molly. "'In case of the lady's death, a reward of £100 will be paid for such information as will enable the child, now a young man of twenty-six, if he is living, to be identified. Nothing will be given for any information except such as is capable of proof. No persons will be received, and no verbal communications will be heard.' There, Molly, what do you think of that?" It might have been observed that neither then, nor afterwards, did Richard consult Mrs. Haveril. He took the conduct of the case into his own hands and Molly's. "Dick! I knew you were awfully clever. I think it a splendid way!" As if such a thing as an advertisement was entirely novel and previously unknown. "Yes," said Dick, contemplating the document with pride, "I flatter myself that it is a good idea. Looks well on paper, doesn't it?" He held it at arm's length to catch the noontide sun. "'Whereas'--there's a legal 'note,' as they say, about it. Well, now, Molly, let us see how this will work. If the adoption was real, somebody must know of it--whether the lady is living or dead. Then we shall get a reply in a day or two----" "In a day or two! Alice! Think of that!" "If it was a substitution, we shall get no reply from the lady; but then, we may expect that other people know about it--servants and such. Then the reward comes in." "Oh, isn't he clever, Alice? In a week--at least--you shall have your boy." "Now I go," Dick concluded, with one more admiring glance at the paper before he folded it up, "and put the advertisement in the leading papers all over the country, and keep it going for a week, unless we hear something. Let us live in hope meantime." * * * * * Sir Robert read the advertisement over his breakfast. "Ah!" he said. "She has found an adviser; she means business; she will spend money. What is the good? She can just prove nothing. I am the master of the situation." Yet there remained an uneasiness. For, although he was the master of the situation, it might be at the cost of declaring--or swearing in a court--that he still knew nothing as to the name and position and residence of the lady.