The old lawyer uttered a cry of dismay, as he saw the wreck, and that Capel was seated in a low chair, bent down, with his face buried in his hands.
“My dear boy! What is it?” he cried, as Lydia ran to his side, and her soft hand was laid or his.
“Don’t touch me, woman,” he almost yelled, as he sprang from his chair. “Oh,” he said, softly, “it is you?”
He took and kissed her hand, and then left the room.
“Preenham, what does this mean?” cried Mr Girtle, as the butler brought in lights; and they learned the truth.
Chapter Thirty.
Where the Treasure lay.
Six months elapsed before Mr Linnett put into execution the project he had had in his mind that night when he playfully tried the handcuffs on his wrists.