tinued Mrs. Patello, becoming sentimentally reminiscent. "Might have been twin-brothers, I was told!"
"And now your sister wants young Philip Mortover to marry your daughter?" asked Wedgwood. "Family arrangement, eh?"
"It's been discussed, between us, Mr. Wedgwood—and of course, as things have turned out, it would be a good match for Mattie, as far as money's concerned. But now there's the question of this girl who claims to be Matthew Mortover's daughter! How is that matter going, Mr. Wedgwood?
"I may be better able to tell you more about that, Mrs. Patello, if and when I get hold of this man Levigne," replied the detective. "I fancy he's in possession of information that I should like to get! Papers!"
"And you think he's down at Mortover Grange?" asked Mrs. Patello.
"I think so! I think your daughter's wire to the solicitors implied that he's there."
"Well, I wish we were there!" sighed Mrs. Patello. "I'm that anxious about Mattie———"
Wedgwood pointed to the scene outside the carriage windows.
"Don't be surprised if we're delayed," he said. "There's evidently been a lot of snow here, and we're still south of Derby. What it
