"Yes, we advertised. A very craftily worded document calculated to arouse the dilatory claimants to prompt action."
"And, did it not?"
"It did, yes."
"Then, in heaven's name why must I be disappointed in any way?"
"Because I fear the claimant—we have seen but one—is not the person you hoped to find."
Ferrars actually smiled. "Describe the person," he said.
Without speaking, the lawyer held out to him across the table a visiting card, a lady's card, correct according to the London mode of the hour, and bearing a name which Ferrars read aloud with no sign of emotion in his face.
"Mrs. Gaston Latham." He looked up with the card still between his fingers. "Is she the solitary heir?"
"No; there are two children; girls of twelve and nine."
"And her proofs?"
"Seem to be perfect, making her the next in line of succession after"
"After the Brierlys, of course."
Mr. Myers nodded and the detective looked down again at the address upon the card.
