"He
kept them for you, at any rate."
"Yes, poor man. Perhaps, as he said, his one temptation was to do
clever things with a pen. Let us look over the papers."
"Perhaps your father had best see you do that," Jack suggested.
"Oh no. I think I had better know first," Laurel insisted. "Let me
open this," and she carefully broke a large red seal on a packet of
documents yellow with age.
Paper after paper she took out. Finally what she was looking for
she found. It was a check that had been cashed and cancelled! It
bore the marks also of "forgery!"
"That's it," she exclaimed. "That is the ten thousand dollar
check!"
CHAPTER XXVIII
ALL ENDS WELL-CONCLUSION
"I remember it all--it's like a book open before me!"
Laurel had insisted upon her father reclining in the hammock, and
she was now fussing with his pillows, that he might nestle deeper in
their softness. It was he who was speaking. On the porch sat
Brendon Breslin, looking into Peter Starr's face like one enchanted.
There was Cora moving a big fan so that apparently without her doing
it, the breeze reached the man in the hammock. Jack was there and
Ed was inside the bungalow teasing Walter who had "discovered" the
new nurse. Hazel, Bess and Belle were busy--there was to be
"something doing."
A day had passed since the opening of the can of "red paint." In
fact it was the evening following that eventful performance.
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