"'The Balto. emeralds will make a wonderful necklace for I. when she gets older. I hope I may live long enough to see the child decked out in them. I believe I'll tell her the jewels are all in the crypt.'"
"In the crypt! Oh, Win, you know Mr. Browne said he thought they were buried! Isn't a crypt a burial place in a church?"
"Yes; but a crypt may be anywhere. Any vault is a crypt, really."
"But a bank vault wouldn't be called a crypt, would it?"
"Not generally speaking, no. But, she probably changed the hiding place a dozen times since this was written."
"Well, we'll know all when we hear the will. Isn't it a queer thing to put all of one's fortune in jewels?"
"She didn't do it, her husband did. And everybody says he was a shrewd old chap. And, you know he made wonderful collections of coins and curios, and all sorts of things."
"Yes, up in the attic is a big portfolio of steel engravings. I can't admire them much, but they're valuable, Auntie said once. It seems Uncle Pell was a perfect crank on engravings of all sorts."
"I know. She gave me an intaglio topaz for a watch-fob. I didn't care much about it."
"I'm crazy to see my diamond pin. I've heard about that for years. No matter how often she changed her will, she told me, that diamond pin was always bequeathed to me. Perhaps it's her choicest gem."