anything, Viola, that will tell us where there is any more money, and
that's what we need now, more than anything else. At least you do, if
LeGrand Blossom is right, and you intend to keep on living in the style
you're used to."

"I don't have to do that, Aunt Mary. Being poor would not frighten me."

"I didn't think it would. Fortunately I have enough for both of us,
though I won't spend anything on a big yacht nor a car that looks like a
Fourth of July procession, however much I love the Star Spangled Banner.

"Oh, no, we mustn't dream of keeping the big car nor the yacht," said
Viola. "They are to be sold as soon as possible. I only hope they will
bring a good price. But here are more papers, Aunt Mary. We must see
what they are. Poor father had so many business interests. It's going to
be a dreadful matter to straighten them all out."

"Well, LeGrand Blossom and Captain Poland will help us."

"Captain Poland?" questioned Viola.

"Yes. Why not? He is a fine business man, and he has large interests of
his own. Have you any objection?"

"Oh, I don't know. Of course not!" she added quickly, as she caught
sight of a rather odd look on her aunt's face. "If we have to--I mean if
you find it necessary, you can ask his advice, I suppose."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Why, yes, I believe I would--just as a matter of business."

Viola's voice was calm and cool, but it might have been because her
attention was focused on a bundle of papers she was taking from the
safe. And a casual perusal of these showed that they had a bearing on
subjects that might explain certain things.

"Look, Aunt Mary!" the girl exclaimed. "Father seems to have kept a
diary. It tells--it tells about that trouble he had with Harry--Rather,
it wasn't with Harry at all. It was Harry's uncle. It's that same old
trouble father so often referred to. He always declared he was cheated
in a certain business deal, but I always imagined it was because he
didn't make as much money as he thought he ought to. Father was like
that. But see-this puts a different face on it."

Together they looked over the papers, and among them-among the
memoranda, copies of contracts and other documents--was a diary, or
perhaps it might be called a business man's journal. Both Viola and her
aunt were familiar enough with business to understand the import of what
they read.

It was to the effect that Mr. Amos Bartlett, Harry's paternal uncle, had
been associated with Mr. Carwell