"It is another sort of safe of which you must break the lock, Frank; another treasure you must steal. Do you not understand me?"
"Not in the least."
"There is Tom," said Gertrude. "He is always wandering about the place now like a ghost. Let us go back to the gate." Then Frank turned. "You heard, I suppose, of that dreadful affair about the policeman."
"There was a row, I was told."
"Did you feel that the family were disgraced?"
"Not in the least. He had to pay five shillings,—hadn't he,—for telling a policeman to go about his business?"
"He was—locked up," said Gertrude, solemnly.
"It's just the same. Nobody thinks anything about that kind of thing. Now, what is it I have got to do? We had better turn back again as soon as we can, because I must go up to the house before I go."
"You will?"
"Certainly. I will not leave it to your father to say that I came skulking about the place, and was ashamed to show my face. That would not be the way to make him give you your money."