"The real matter with which I would ask you to help me is the putting
aside, now, of the money which is in my name, and which should be
secured against enemies of my poor wife and daughter," said Miles
Burlock. "I will never again trust anything to the uncertain time when
they may be found, for I believe now they are being kept away from me by
this same scoundrel, Andrew Anderson. It may be well for you to know his
name."
"And where is he?" asked the major, his voice showing the feeling he
could not hide, a determination to deal severely with the man who had
threatened Dorothy.
"That is something I would not dare to tell even if I knew. My only hope
of getting these affairs settled so that I may sometime make amends to
my dear ones, is by keeping away from Anderson. It might not detain you
too long to say that last week my friend, my counselor, and benefactress
Marian Douglass, passed away. For years she held safely for me the
principal of the money I had been wasting. Now that she is gone, and he
knows it, I must at once make it secure in some other way. To-morrow, if
you will allow me, I will come again and bring witnesses. No other man
in Dalton would be so worthy of the trust. Thousands of dollars have
almost made themselves in ways planned and carried out by Marian
Douglass, who held this money both for me and from me, but now a part of
this must be used to find my wife and my daughter Nellie, and then to
run down their persecutors, for I have been a tool, simply, in the hands
of those who took what I had and who have been trying for years to get
the rest.
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