I have kept this secret until all else failed.
"Before my father's death, even in those last hours of lingering agony, he signed a deed as trustee for Everett Clayton, which transfers to Randall Clayton one-half of the Detroit Depot lands, or one-half of its purchase price.

This money, nearly a million dollars, goes now into the estate of the dead man!" "My God!" whispered Witherspoon, as Doctor Atwater grasped both his hands.

"If any one had an interest in concealing that vast property, we must look for them, for the plot which led to Clayton's murder.

My poor father pledged me to secrecy until I had delivered the deed and the legal acknowledgment of his property interest to Clayton.

It was for this that my father wished to meet Randall at Cheyenne--to tell him of the fortune which had come to him!" The girl's sobbing voice touched every heart as she faltered, "Judge Downs, at Pasco, drew all the papers and acknowledgments, and, after my father's death, he explained all the details to me.