Katherine was not surprised when twenty minutes later her father appeared
and told her his plans. That was the train she had expected they would
take.

"I'm going along too," she said. "You're going to play golf this
afternoon, aren't you?"

"No," replied her father, shortly, "I'm not going to play golf. I'm going
to play something else."

The five-hour ride to Truesdale was for the most part a silent one.
Katherine knew that her father was worried about something, and when he
was worried he never liked to talk, so she asked no questions and made no
attempt to draw him away from what troubled him. Only when they reached
Truesdale and her father was about to help her into the cart that stood
waiting she stopped long enough to kiss him and say:--

"Don't bother too much about it, dad. And don't plan any business for this
evening; I want you to take me out on the river." As she turned the cart
around and started up the broad smooth street toward home she frowned, and
thought, "I wish he would tell me more about things. I believe I could
help."

Porter went straight to Judge Black's to continue his conversation with
the stenographer, but it needed no more than a glance to convince him of
the futility of trying to get any information from that source.

The new stenographer was a boyish-looking person who tried to convince one
that he was much older than his appearance would indicate. He had big feet