d Mr. Grimes," said Helen.

"Why--er--that is easily done, although I have had no dealings with Mr.
Grimes for many years. But if he is at home--he travels over the country a
great deal--I can give you a letter to him and he will see you."

"Thank you, sir."

"You are determined to try to rake up all this trouble?"

"I will see Mr. Grimes. And I will try to find Allen Chesterton."

"Out of the question!" cried her uncle. "Chesterton is dead. He dropped
out of sight long ago. A strange character at best, I believe. And if he
was the thief----"

"Well, sir?"

"He certainly would not help you convict himself."

"Not intentionally, sir," admitted Helen.

"I never did see such an opinionated girl," cried Mr. Starkweather, in
sudden wrath.

"I'm sorry, sir, if I trouble you. If you don't want me here----"

Now, her uncle had decided that it would not be safe to have the girl
elsewhere in New York. At least, if she was under his roof, he could keep
track of her activities. He began to be a little afraid of this very
determined, unruffled young woman.

"She's a little savage! No knowing what she might do, after all," he
thought.

Finally he said aloud: "Well, Helen, I will do what I can. I will
communicate with Mr. Grimes and arrange for you to visit him--soon. I will
tell you--ahem!--in the near future, all I can recollect of the affair.
Will that satisfy you?"

"I will take it very kindly of you, Uncle," said Helen non-committally.

"And when you are satisfied of the impossibility of your doing yourself,
or your father's name, any good in this direction, I shall expect you to
close your visit in the East here and return to your friends in Montana."

She nodded, looking at him with a strange expression on her shrewd face.

"You mean to help me as a sort of a bribe," she observed, slowly. "To pay
you I am to return home and never trouble you any more?"

"Well--er--ahem!"

"Is that it, Uncle Starkweather?"

"You see, my dear," he began again, rather red in the face, but glad that
he was getting out of a bad corner so easily, "you do not just fit in,
here, with our family life. You see it yourself, perhaps?"

"Perhaps I do, sir," replied the girl from Sunset Ranch.

"You would be quite at a disadvantage beside my girls--ahem! You would not
be happy here. And of course, you haven't a particle of claim upon us."

"No, sir; not a particle," repeated Helen.

"So you see, all things considered, it would be