The carving-knife was for the moment forgotten. Mr. Ormond examined the box, turned it over first on one side then on the other, rapped the boards with his knuckles, and at length shook his head.
"I can't understand it," he said, with a puzzled smile. "It's a mystery."
"O father! don't you think we shall ever find it out?" asked Ida.
Before Mr. Ormond had time to reply there was a sound of footsteps in the yard, and Brian's voice was heard calling, "Uncle!"
"Hullo! Here I am. What d'you want?"
The boy came hurrying into the tool-house; there was a curious expression on his face of excitement mingled with anxiety.
"You're wanted in the house, please, uncle—now at once."
"What for?"
"I can't explain; but please come at once. It's very important."
Mr. Ormond turned to comply with this request.