“Phew!” I whistled, soft and amazed. “A treasure, was it?”
“Yes,” he said.
“And somewhere on these coasts, I think you said?”
“Somewhere on these east coasts.”
I stopped in sheer excitement.
“I don’t wonder. They are choke full of—of things. And have you been tramping them ever since I saw you last?”
“On and off; up and down; to and fro.”
“It must have been tiring, and—and a bit expensive.”
He smacked his hand to his breast.
“There is a hundred or two left here yet. ‘Equity’—you remember your friend’s words?—‘equity is justice.’”