"That's so. Let's see if there's anything about Mr. Bowen and his chalice."
"Oh, she only thought of that last Sunday."
"Don't be too sure. I shouldn't be surprised if the old chap got round her long ago, and had the matter all fixed up, and she pretended it was a new idea."
"I can't think that."
"You can't, eh? Well, listen here:
"'Sometimes I think it would be a good deed to use half of the jewels for a gift to the church. If I should take the whole Anderson lot, there would be plenty left for W. and I.'"
"What is the Anderson lot?" Iris asked.
"A certain purchase that the old man got through a dealer or an agent, named Anderson. Aunt Ursula used to talk over these things with me and, all of a sudden she shut up on the subject and never mentioned jewels to me again."
"She talked of them to me, sometimes, but never anything of definite importance. She spoke of the Baltimore emeralds, but I know nothing of them."
"They're mentioned here; see: