steadily been leading her to thoughts which, in some half affrightening and yet half solacing way, brought the spirits of her dead in closer relation to her. It was a comfort again to think of herself as possibly doing something to satisfy her father who had kissed her good-by but yesterday—it sometimes seemed—before he went off to the battlefield upon which he had died.
Her first business, after arrival in Chicago, was to look up Marcellus Clarke; so as it was after nine in the morning when she reached the terminal, she went directly from the station to the Monroe Street block where she found that Clarke and Considine had a suite upon an upper floor.
The girl in the waiting room informed her that Mr. Marcellus Clarke was away from the city and the office did not know even where he was at present, though they had last heard from him in Paris; he might have gone to England or he might have had occasion to start for Russia. During his absence Mr. Considine was seeing people who asked for Mr. Clarke. But Mr. Considine, who proved to be a sharp, inquisitive attorney of about forty, much preferred to ask Ethel questions than to answer hers. He stated that, while Mr. Clarke had turned over most of his business to him, yet he was aware that Mr. Clarke had handled certain transactions which had not been entrusted to Considine. He claimed not to know even the name of the client of Mr. Clarke's who owned Resurrection Rock; he was aware that Mr. Clarke paid the taxes and saw to the care of the place.
"But the matter was absolutely confidential with Mr. Clarke, Miss Carew; absolutely." And as Considine himself showed considerable eagerness to learn
