A party told
me he thought he had got work in a place called Fairwood, but I've
just come from there."
"And you didn't find him?"
"No; he had never been in the place. I have an idea he is again
somewhere in New York."
"Didn't he used to call on you?"
"Sometimes; but he was a bit queer, and there was times he didn't show
up for months and months. He's pretty old, and couldn't get around
very well."
"Is the property valuable?"
"It's worth over eight hundred pounds--four thousand dollars."
"It's a fortune!" exclaimed Richard.
"'Twould be to Betty and me," returned the sailor. "We never had over
a hundred dollars in cash in our lives."
"It's a pity you can't find him," said the boy. "What are you going
to do? Get your wife's share, and let the other rest?"
"No; that's the worst of it. By the provisions of the will the property
can't be divided very well except by the consent of both heirs."
"In that case I think I'd commence a pretty good search for Mr.--your
wife's brother. It's worth spending quite a few dollars to find him."
"Just my reckoning. But New York is a big place to find any one in."
"Perhaps your brother-in-law will drop in on you when you least expect
him."
"Hope he does."
The two continued the conversation for a long time.
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