"I don't believe anything of the sort!" declared Viola.

"Well," sighed Miss Carwell, "I don't know what to believe. If your
poor, dear father wasn't a suicide, some one must have killed him, and
it may well have been - "

"Don't dare say it was Harry!" cried Viola excitedly. "Oh, this is
terrible! I'm going to see Colonel Ashley and ask him if he can't end
this horrible suspense."

"I wish that as eagerly as you do," said Miss Mary. "You'll find the
colonel in the library. He's poring over some papers, and Shag, that
funny colored man, is getting some fish lines ready; so it's easy enough
to guess where the colonel is going. If you want to speak to him you'd
better hurry. But there's another matter I want to call to your
attention. What about our business affairs? Have we money enough to go
on living here and keeping up our big winter house? We must think of
that, Viola."

"Yes, we must think of that," agreed the girl. "That's one of the
reasons why I wanted to come back. Father's affairs must be gone into
carefully. He left no will, and the lawyer says it will take quite a
while to find out just how things stand. If only Harry were here to
help. He's such a good business man."

"There are others," sniffed Miss Mary. "Why don't you ask the colonel
- or Captain Poland?"

"Captain Poland !" exclaimed Viola, startled. "Yes. He helped us out