"So you're sailing on the _Touraine_! Say, isn't that a queer coincidence? Awfully nice, though. I'll see you on board, won't I? That'll be jolly." He stopped and hesitated. Then looking at her sheepishly, he said with a grin: "Now, I've told you my name, may I know yours? Rather informal introduction, what?" Paula hesitated. Was it altogether proper to talk to a stranger in this way? But he seemed such a nice, ingenuous young man. Surely there could be no great harm in it. Before, however, she could reply, her ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps, and at the same instant she heard the big church clock outside striking the half hour. It was Mr. Ricaby returning to take her to lunch. In another moment the lawyer appeared. As he came up he stopped short, as if surprised to find her conversing with a total stranger. Puzzled, he stared from one to the other. Paula quickly explained: "I had a little mishap. I fell from the stool and this gentleman very kindly came to my assistance." Introducing the two men, she said: "Mr. Leon Ricaby--Mr. Todhunter Chase." Tod nodded and Mr. Ricaby bowed stiffly. Feeling that he was now in the way, the younger man turned to go. Removing his hat, he asked again: "Since we're to be fellow passengers on the _Touraine_, may I not have the pleasure of knowing the name of the lady to whom I was able to be of some assistance?" Mr. Ricaby frowned disapproval, but Paula, now safely chaperoned, hesitated no longer. Promptly she said: "My name is Paula Marsh." Tod could not suppress a start of surprise. "Marsh!" he echoed. "By Jove! that's another odd coincidence! My stepfather's name is Marsh--Mr. James Marsh, of West Seventy-second Street." It was now Mr. Ricaby's turn to be astonished. "Then you are----?" he cried. "I'm Tod Chase. My mother married Jimmy Marsh. I'm going back home to take part in a family jollification. You know his brother just died, and Jimmy has come in for a windfall." Paula, who was busy packing her things, had not heard, but Mr. Ricaby quickly gave the young man a significant nudge. "Hush!" he said. "You're speaking of her father!" Tod gave a gasp. "Her father!" he exclaimed. "Yes--her father," said the lawyer quietly. "John Marsh married her mother--a Frenchwoman--twenty-two years ago. He kept the marriage secret." Tod gave vent to a low but expressive whistle. "Then his money----?" he gasped. "Goes to his daughter, of course," answered the lawyer, with studied calmness. "But the will----" exclaimed the other. "The will which Bascom Cooley, Jimmy's lawyer, has had in his possession all these years----?" "Absolutely valueless," replied Mr. Ricaby coolly. "Before he died John Marsh made a new will. I have it safe in my own keeping. We are going to New York to offer it for probate." This sudden and unexpected revelation was too much for Tod. Rendered speechless, he just stared at the lawyer. Mr. Ricaby continued amiably: