old David's will.

"Surely he has not left everything to me!" Jasper exclaimed.

"No, not all; merely half after a few bequests have been disposed of.
Then you and Miss Sinclair are to share alike."

"I don't seem to comprehend it all yet," and Jasper placed his hand to
his forehead in a bewildered manner.

"It's only natural that you shouldn't. It will take you some time to
grasp the significance of the bequest which has been made to you. Your
responsibility will be very heavy, but from what I know of you I
believe that you will be equal to the undertaking."

"I shall do the best I can," Jasper replied. "I am too much dazed at
present to think it carefully over. For a man to be freed from all
suspicion of a terrible crime, and then to find himself heir to a vast
fortune all in one day is enough to turn any one's brain."

A knock sounded upon the office door, and Dr. Turnsell at once entered.
He shook hands with Jasper and heartily congratulated him.

"I have come to tell you," he added, "that Bramshaw has made a full
confession of his crime. He is a nervous wreck, and this morning he
broke down completely."

"I am very thankful that he has confessed," and Jasper gave a sigh of
relief. "Wasn't it lucky that he was caught before he got over the
Border?"

"You have to thank Miss Sinclair for that," Mr. Westcote replied. "But
for her prompt action I am afraid we would be frantically searching for
Bramshaw now."

"And I would be still in jail," Jasper mused.

"Undoubtedly. Now, it seems to me that Miss Sinclair should be
informed of what has happened as soon as possible. Suppose we slip up
and tell her?"

"That will be great," and Jasper sprang to his feet. "When can we
start?"

"At once. The car is waiting outside. I knew that you would be
anxious to go, and so ordered the chauffeur to be ready."

CHAPTER XXXIII

THE REAL HAVEN

Lois rose early that morning and attended to numerous household
affairs. It was necessary for her to keep busy, as her mind was always
calmer when her hands were employed. She had the feeling that the day
would be an unusual one, and that much would happen before its close.
She could not rid her mind of this idea, and she mentioned it to
Margaret over the breakfast table.

"Do you believe in premonitions?" she asked.

"In a way I do," was the reply. "Strange things happen sometimes, you
know. I, too, have a peculiar feeling this morning that we are to