"Mr. Clarke found you," she turned to Barney, "were on a slow transport—"
"Never slower than that trip, mother."
"So he sent a letter by fast mail boat with an order on Wheedon to give Bagley the keys and telling Bagley to open the house and wait for you. As soon as possible, I was taken to a boat and was on the water when Huston received the third message, which he sent to you, Ethel, on Scott Street. A copy of his letter reached me in New York where I was in a hospital."
"Then you couldn't have sent that!"
"Some would say, Ethel, that Mrs. Brand telepathically could tap my dream strata two thousand miles off as well as a few squares away; and it was true that all this time I was thinking about the Rock and Bagley, and about you and about him and about Quinlan and his grandson, Bob, and all the rest."
"But the events, Cousin Agnes."
"They could be called coincidences."
"Do you believe they were?"
"What's one more opinion, dear? You knew your father."
"All my life," Ethel said, "it seemed to me he wanted to do something—and could not."
"He wanted," Agnes replied, "to take open and public action against your grandfather; but he never had evidence upon which to proceed. After your mother died, he decided to keep silent, though he would have nothing to do with your mother's family. He took several trips in the Minnesota and Wisconsin Indian districts to get trace of my boy."
"Did he, when alive, know James Quinlan?"
"He several times tried to get Quinlan to confess. If he continued, after his life, to know about affairs
