Andy read the letter as carefully as had Matt. He emitted a long, low whistle.
"What do you think of it?"
"I hardly know what to think, Matt. Do you know anything about this mining share business?"
"I know that Randolph Fenton sold my father some shares, that is all. I never saw the certificates, if that is what they are called."
"Did you ever see the papers in connection with the shares?"
"No."
"Then they must have been in your father's possession when he disappeared."
"I don't know about that. Mother might have had them when father was first sent to the asylum for treatment. Although I remember hearing her once say that since father's mind had become affected he would not trust any one with his affairs, but kept all his money and papers hidden away."
"It's too bad you haven't the papers."
"That's so. If I had them I would hunt up Mr. Gaston, and get him to expose Randolph Fenton."
"It might pay you to do that anyway."
"I don't know. If there was any likelihood of this being the case, I think Miss Bartlett would have written to that effect."
"What do you intend to do?"
