“Hung bells on the roof?” he said. “Are you sure of that?”
“Oh, yes!” said Mr. Muller; “these things are quite the town talk. He found the house deserted one day, except by the women, and it seems he did pretty much as he pleased.”
This statement seemed to affect Mr. Berkeley more than anything he had yet heard, and for some time he walked on without saying a word. When they reached the outskirts of the town, Mr. Berkeley asked his companion if he still intended to go to Hyson Hall.
“Yes,” said Mr. Muller, “I proposed to take this gun there, and I also have something which I wish to say to you, and it may take some time to talk about it.”
“In that case,” said Mr. Berkeley, “I shall be very glad if you will go on to the house now. You must stay all night, and I will talk with you to-morrow. I wish to stop to see Mr. Welford, but would like to have a note reach my nephew before my arrival.”
Mr. Muller consented to this arrangement, and Mr. Berkeley, writing a short note in pencil on a piece of paper which he tore from a blank-book, directed it to Phil, and gave it to his companion. The two then separated, Mr. Berkeley promising to be at Hyson Hall in time for supper.
“I hope that young Webster won’t be there,” thought Mr. Muller, as he trudged away,—“that is, if he has not forgotten the sunken treasure-ship and the three brothers.”
But Chap was there, and he had not forgotten.
