THE GIRL IN HIS HOUSE
Suddenly she ran over to a shelf where there was a stack of stenographer's note-books. After a search she plucked forth one and returned.
"What have you found?" he asked.
"I never forgot this," she answered. "I thought it rather singular and careless at the time. When you went away you left him with the power of attorney. Shall I read the articles?"
"Please."
"Right to sell and transfer real estate, bonds, stocks, mortgages, to collect rents, draw against banks, to pay current expenses against the estate. I remembered this transaction, it was so unusually broad. I witnessed the documents—for there were three duplicates for the banks—and we went next door for the notary's seal."
"Power of attorney," he murmured.
"Yes. If Mr. Bordman has robbed you . . ."
"I shall doubtless stay robbed," he interrupted.
"Exactly. And yet, I can't see how you can be blamed. Your father before you trusted him quite as fully. I've seen the
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