"It is a strange story, and the only way for me to do, so that it will be perfectly clear to you, is to tell it from the beginning."
"Well, we're willing enough to listen," said Dick, with a smile.
"We've been on pins and needles ever since you said you had something important to tell," added Tom, grinning.
"Well, to start, this concerns Mrs. Stanhope more than it concerns ourselves," began the father.
"What!" ejaculated Dick. He had not expected anything of this sort.
"I knew you would be surprised, Dick, and you'll be more surprised when I get through."
"Are the Lanings in this?" questioned Sam, thinking of Grace.
"They are in a certain sense—or will be if everything turns out successfully. When Mr. Stanhope died he left most of his property to Mrs. Stanhope and Dora—the majority to Dora—but a small share was left to the Lanings, they being so closely related and such good friends."
"But what is it all about?" asked Tom, impatiently.
"As I said before, I must start at the beginning, or perhaps you won't understand at all. As you know, Mr, Stanhope died some years ago.
