“It isn’t all. Modred had discovered his secret.”
In spite of myself I started.
“What secret?” I said.
“Where the coins were hidden.”
“What coins?”
For the first time he looked at me with a faint leer of cunning.
“I won’t condescend to prevaricate for any purpose,” I said. “I do know about the treasure, because he told me himself, but I swear I know to this day nothing about its hiding-place.”
He looked at me curiously.
“Well,” he said, “Modred had found it out, anyway.”
“How do you know?”