“Quite honestly, I think that that is your wisest course, Mrs. Merrion, as it is your easiest,” replied Macdonald. “I shall be very glad to see your father’s solicitor tomorrow, and if I go through the professor’s papers tonight, it will save time when Mr. Layton does arrive.”
“Of course,” replied Eve. “Mr. Keston will take you to Father’s room and tell you where things are kept. Nothing is locked up, my father did not believe in locking things up.”
Macdonald went with Keston, the latter leading with no attempt to conceal his repugnance for his errand, to the long west wing of the house where the professor had had his quarters. These consisted of two fine big rooms on the ground floor, one used as the professor’s study, one as a dining room; a room fitted up as a kitchen, and the Bradys’
