I haven't
even opened it. I will turn it in with the remainder of the
business."
They were in the office with the president of the bank. He rang
for the clerk he wanted and the books he required, and an hour's
rapid figuring settled the entire matter, with the exception of
the private account, amounting to several thousands, standing in
Eileen's name. None of them knew any source of separate income
she might have. At a suggestion from Linda, the paying teller
was called in and asked if he could account for any of the funds
that had gone into the private account.
"Not definitely," he said, "but the amounts always corresponded
exactly with the royalties from the books. I strongly suspect
that they constitute this private account of Miss Eileen's."
But he did not say that she had tried to draw it the day
previous.
John Gilman made the suggestion that they should let the matter
rest until Eileen explained about it. Then Linda spoke very
quietly, but with considerable finality in her tone.
"No," she said, "I know that Eileen HAD no source of private
income. Mother used to mention that she had some wealthy
relatives in San Francisco, but they didn't approve of her
marriage to what they called a 'poor doctor,' and she would never
accept, or allow us to accept, anything from them. They never
came to see us and we never went to see them. Eileen knows no
more about them than I do. We will work upon the supposition
that everything that is here belonged to Father.
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