I mixed a generous peg, and brought it across to where he was sitting.

"I can't quite make out the Señor de Roda," I said. "He looks as if

he had something on his mind--something he was always brooding over."

Ross took a long and appreciative drink. "He has had a rotten time

somehow," he replied; "that's quite certain. I should put him down

as a naturally healthy man who had been broken up by bad feeding and

rough living." He paused. "But I expect you're pretty well up in

the family history now?" he added drily.

"That's the weak point of your profession," I retorted. "When you

don't know you generally guess wrong. As a matter of fact I only met

Miss de Roda in the tram coming down from Oporto. There wasn't much

time for private enquiry work, even if I had felt like it."

"You didn't do so badly," returned Ross, wagging his head. "There is

nothing women like so much as a little display of primitive

brutality. It's just your luck to have had the chance. That sort of

thing never comes my way." He finished his drink and put down the

tumbler. "Aren't you going to open your wire?" he asked. "There it

is on the table."

"By Jove!" I exclaimed. "I'd forgotten all about it."

I crossed the cabin, and, slitting the flap of the little blue

envelope, pulled out the flimsy sheet of paper inside. It was headed

"London, May 26th," and underneath was the following message:

"Regret inform you your uncle, Richard Jannaway, died 17th inst.

As next of kin you inherit. Please call 117 Bedford Row as soon

as you reach England.--Wilmot and Drayton, solicitors."

For several seconds I stood there contemplating this document, in

such complete surprise that at last Ross got up a little anxiously

from where he was sitting.

"Nothing wrong, I hope?" he asked.

Without a word I handed him the slip, and he in turn read through its

contents.

"My sainted aunt!" he exclaimed. "Have you come into a fortune or

what?"

"I haven't the faintest notion," I said.

There was a short pause. Then once more he glanced through the

message which he was still holding in his hand. "Who was Mr. Richard

Jannaway?" he demanded. "And what's all the mystery about?"

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