“And thither, ’tis presumptive, you may follow. Now I give you a note of warning—take thought of whom you house for the future.”
He looked at the man sternly. The latter had not a word to say, but much abasement to express.
On the road home: “Do you think he is in the plot?” said Sir David.
“Yes, by heavens, I do. A very door-keeper to roguery. He hath the wit to denounce guilt, but not to look innocence.”
“Then, may I ask, why the devil you named the stone to him?”
“To take him off his guard; but the rascal was cunning. Yet the pack shall know now we are not ignorant of what they hunt. Perhaps by the time they reappear—if ever—the quarry will have been run down by us, and Luvaine the centre of attraction.”
CHAPTER XXV.
“So,” said Sir David, “we sum up our conclusions. ’Twas the notorious Mr. Cutwater, alias Turk, that represented the syndicate that robbed Luvaine’s father of the stone.”
“One,” said Miss Angela, using her tender knuckles after the fashion of an auctioneer’s hammer.
“’Twas somewhere here—on this estate bought out of the proceeds of his robberies—that he secreted the treasure.”