“Those are the words he used,” said Harris, earnestly, and watching Professor Spink from one corner of his eye. “He was sitting up, Cy said, and as he spoke he pointed at— Well,” broke off Harris, abruptly, “never mind what he pointed at. He died before he could finish what he was saying.”
“Is that the truth, Harris Colesworth?” demanded ’Phemie, regarding him seriously.
“I got it from Lucas. Then I asked his father. That is just the way the story was told to me,” declared the young fellow, warmly.
“And–and they never found anything?” asked Mr. Bray.
“No. They searched. They searched the old pieces of–of furniture, too. But Mrs. Harrison gave it up when it was found that Bob had been such a–a prevaricator.”
“He probably lied about the fortune,” said Mr. Bray, quietly.
“Well–maybe,” grunted Harris.
But Lyddy remembered that Harris had already told her that he proposed to go to the vendue and buy in several pieces of the widow’s furniture. Did that mean that Harris really thought he had a clue to the hidden treasure?