“I have now done all in my power to make amends for past wrongs to my only brother.  I should like to see him again, and to hear from his own lips words of forgiveness.  But that can never be.  People have called me hard, and good reason have they had for such an opinion.  But they have not known all.  When I am gone and this story is told, perhaps they may think somewhat differently of me.  But whether they do or not will not affect me then.  I have made my bed, and so I must lie in it.

  (Signed) “Simon Dockett,
       Liverpool, England.”

When Lois had finished, she laid the paper upon the desk and remained silent for a few seconds.  The last part of the confession was what interested her most of all.  She felt sure that Melburne Telford was none other than Sydney Bramshaw.  But how was she to prove it?  Where could the person be found who could identify him? she asked herself.

“What do you think of the story?” Margaret asked, as she studied Lois’ face in an effort to divine her thoughts.

“It is most interesting,” was the reply, “and it explains things I could not understand before.  But how are we to prove that Sydney Bramshaw is really Simon Dockett’s nephew?”

“Perhaps father may know more about it than we do,” Margaret suggested.  “He must have received notice of Simon Dockett’s death.”

Lois was about to reply when a sudden thought flashed into her mind, which caused her face to flush with excitement.

“What is it, dear?” Margaret questioned, noticing her agitation.

“Don’t press me for an answer, please,” and Lois rose to her feet.  “I shall explain everything to you later.  I must get home at once.  A new idea has come into my mind, which makes me very restless.”

As she was standing there, Mr. Westcote entered.  His face bore a worried expression which Lois and Margaret were not slow to notice.

“Have they caught him?” Lois eagerly asked.

“No, not yet, but he will be taken no doubt at the station.  You have finished reading the paper, I see,” and he glanced toward the desk.  “What do you think of it?”

“We have found it most interesting, but some of it quite puzzling.”

“What part?”

“Where it speaks about Simon Dockett’s nephew.  Who is Melburne Telford, do you think?”

“Ah, that is where the present trouble lies, Miss Sinclair.  I firmly believe that this Sydney Bramshaw is the man, but how are we to prove it without bringing people all the way from England?  I thought there was a man in the city who could identify him, as he had done business with the Dockett Concern, as it is commonly called in England.  My lawyer and I hunted him up this afternoon, but he told us that he never knew before that Simon Dockett had a nephew.  Now if we could only unearth some one who knows that Sydney Bramshaw is in reality Melburne Telford then our case is complete.”