"I know they were papers father found when the carpenters were altering over our kitchen a few weeks ago, that's about all."
"Not all, Ed. You knew that Mr. Butler expected to make money out of them?"
"I heard him say so—yes."
"But you don't know how, nor what it was all about?"
"No."
"Nor am I going to tell you, for now that you have brought the Bradys in on the business, they being Secret Service men, it might get you into trouble."
"A lot you care about me."
"More than you think, perhaps. I will tell you this, they referred to money which has been hidden under water long ago. I know the place. It is close by here, Ed. Remember when your father went to New York after finding the papers?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, he located the place then, or pretty near it, but not being a swimmer, he could do nothing, so he came home to think it over. He told your mother, and she told Ethel, and Ethel told me, but what none of us knew was just where this money was hidden; that the old man, wise guy that he is, kept to himself, but he wasn't wise enough not to write it down, and that's what he did. He put that paper along with the rest. Ethel got the whole bunch before she came away. I have them now."