Neither hints nor questions had resulted satisfactorily. Was it possible
that this was the reason, this country uncle? If so--well, if so, here
was a Heaven-sent opportunity for a little genteel and perfectly safe
detective work. Mrs. Dunn creakingly crossed the room and spoke.

"Mr. Warren," she said, "I feel guilty in keeping you out there. Won't
you come into the library?"

"Why, thank you, ma'am, I'm all right. Don't you trouble about me. Go
right on with your readin' or sewing or knittin' or whatever you was
doin' and--"

"I was not reading," replied Mrs. Dunn, with a slight shudder. "Come in,
please. I wish you to."

Captain Elisha folded his paper and put it in his pocket. Entering the
library, he stood quietly waiting.

"Won't you sit down?" asked his impromptu hostess, trying hard to be
gracious.

"Thank you," said the captain. He sank into an armchair and looked
curiously about him.

"So you are the late Mr. Warren's brother?" asked the lady, making her
first lead in the game.

"Yes, ma'am. His older brother. 'Bije was ten year younger'n I am,
Mrs.--er--"