“I’ve called, gentlemen, about that little matter of the notes and jewels that were lost.”
“My good fellow,” said Capel, angrily, “I will not have that matter taken up again. It is dead.”
“Well, sir, the fact is, you wouldn’t let me take it up; but I did it on my own account.”
“You did?” said Mr Girtle.
“Yes, sir; it took me months piecing together, as I had to do it all from the outside, without seeing the place. I was sent abroad, and have only just come back. Last night, however, I took out my notes and went into it again, and I think I can say I’ve found the treasure.”
“Found it, man?” cried Capel, interested in spite of himself. “Where? The place was thoroughly well searched.”
“Oh! yes, sir, of course.”
“Then you know who took it?”
“Yes, sir; that’s it.”
“Who was it, then?”