“You don’t know, ma’am,” commented John.
She didn’t know! She would have given a year of her life if she didn’t know. If only she herself were so deluded that she might innocently repeat those outrageous yarns, she could at least preserve her self respect. But no, she must sit dumb, expressing a silent lie.
“There’s Things,” whispered John, “that you doesn’t even suspect.”
At this she roused herself. She scented a new danger. Perhaps John was eavesdropping last night.
“What do you mean?” she demanded, with some show of her old spirit.
“In the closet. Under the bed,” he answered.
“Are you crazy?”
The surprise occasioned by this unexpected statement bewildered her still more. Surprise had followed surprise, until now she could make neither head nor tail out of John’s fears.
“He says as how it has to do with gold,” continued John.
“So it was he who told you about this?”