Mr. Beanne, Harry’s London solicitor, said. His name made Daniel think of string beans, which was ironic considering he was so heavy he could barely rise from his chair to greet them. Mr. Beanne was not a man who sought things out. He clearly waited for them to come to him. Daniel dragged his mind back to what the solicitor was saying. He couldn’t ignore bad news no matter how much he wished to do so. “I haven’t heard from Mr. Ashbury in almost a year. We were to meet several months ago, but he never arrived in London. I have sent several letters, both on my own behalf and that of Mrs. Ashbury, but to no avail. Mr. Ashbury has disappeared. I recently received a note from Mr. McCain informing me that as Mr. Ashbury’s partner and executor he will soon be arriving in London to investigate his business investments here.” Daniel couldn’t speak from the pain of his heart shattering. It took a moment for Simon to pick up the thread of the conversation. “Then Mr. McCain has proof of Mr.
