"Who is your Uncle James?" she asked.

"I've never heard of him."

"You must go to Grant & Ripley's at once, of course."

"Have you forgotten, Peggy," he replied, with a hint of vexation
in his voice, "that we are to read 'Oliver Optic' this afternoon?"





CHAPTER IV

A SECOND


"You are both fortunate and unfortunate, Mr. Brewster," said Mr.
Grant, after the young man had dropped into a chair in the office
of Grant & Ripley the next day. Montgomery wore a slightly bored
expression, and it was evident that he took little interest in the
will of James T. Sedgwick. From far back in the recesses of memory
he now recalled this long-lost brother of his mother. As a very
small child he had seen his Uncle James upon the few occasions
which brought him to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Brewster. But
the young man had dined at the Drews the night before and Barbara
had had more charm for him than usual. It was of her that he was
thinking when he walked into the office of Swearengen Jones's