“Look at that dog,” whispered George.
The old man turned to see that the dog was snuffing about the wall, and ended by beginning to tear away the sawdust at the bottom.
“This is too horrible,” whispered the old man, wiping his damp brow. “What would you advise?”
“Finding out the truth, sir; and at once.”
“But how. Whom would you trust?”
“Ourselves,” said George sternly. “Let me see: the gardener is in the house. He must be got rid of, and we must not let the ladies or anyone know what we are going to do.”
“But what we are going to do?”
“You are going to hold the light, sir, while I tear down that wall.”
The lawyer gazed at him in speechless horror, but seemed to yield at once to the stronger mind.
“Bruno!” cried George sharply.