They were certainly in the midst of treasures. The extent of Sir Giles's hoard had evidently not been exaggerated. At the bottom of the casket lay a letter addressed:
"TO MY GREAT-NIECE MONICA COURTENAY."
"The writing on the envelope is exactly the same as in the Floral Calendar," said Cicely. "I remember those funny flourishes, and the 'a's' not closed at the top."
"So it is; I should know the sprawling look of it anywhere."
"It's such funny, old-fashioned writing, as if it were done with a quill pen. I think we had better put this away again."
Lindsay replaced the letter carefully with the bank notes inside the silver box.
"Then Sir Giles did intend the enigma for a guide," she observed. "The last lines were right.
'... you'll see 'tis a matter
Perchance may provide you with just a lost link,
And bring you a greater reward than you think.'"
"And the settle concealed the legacy after all!"
"Yes, a great deal more safely than we supposed."