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at Betty. It meant, "Calm yourself, little
daughter," and Betty leaned back in her chair
with a soft sigh. Good for her father. He wasn't
going to tell everything he knew unless he was
sure that it was all right.

"I have good news for him. Some of his
mother's Spanish property has been recovered,
that is, certain papers found. I was a lawyer,
you call it, for the Sevillas."

Betty made a comical face and looked at her
mother. This man did not look like much of
a lawyer. But perhaps he had fallen upon diffi-
cult times.

"Sevillas?" asked Mr. Lee.

"Yes," the man replied, rather fiercely, Betty
thought. "That boy is not all that you might
think. He has run away because he stole a parcel
of jewelry that belonged to a very noble family
in Spain. Consequently he has taken a name
that belongs to his father's family. But I traced
him in spite of it!"

"Well, do you intend to let the 'noble family'
prosecute him if you find him?"

"By no means," and the man's voice changed,
as he realized that he had let a bit of vindictive
feeling creep into his tone. "No, I have arranged
that. If he will return what he has left of the
jewels and let me know if he has found his

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