The Plantation Boss

FOR the past fifteen minutes Kerry Fairclough had been sitting in the office of Lee, Haslett & Grindley, outlining her life's history before finally coming to the point of her visit.
"I've recently had a thousand pounds left to me and I'm willing to spend the whole sum in finding my two sisters."
Thomas Haslett cleared his throat, leant back in his chair and, eyeing Kerry from under bushy grey brows, explained that his son would be in shortly and would be most interested in her case.
"Anything in the nature of an investigation is right up his street," the old man went on, smiling faintly. "He should have been a detective, not a solicitor."
"You don't consider the task impossible, then?" Kerry's voice was eager, her large hazel eyes bright with hope "It's such a long while, and I haven't the faintest idea where they are." Kerry turned her head as a younger man entered the office. The introductions were made and, having shaken hands with Kerry, Stephen Haslett took possession of the chair opposite to her, examining her face as he did so.