"Bosh!" said Solon.
"Of course it's bosh. I could have told Billy that, but some way I always feel tender about his illusions. You may be sure I've learned enough of the Lansdale family to know that no member of it ever hid any real money—money that would spend—and there hasn't been a will missing for at least six generations."
"Bosh again!" said Solon. "It isn't secret drawers!"
"No? What then?"
"Well,—it's worse—and more of it."
"Is that all you have to say?" I asked as he stood up.
"Well, that's all I can say now. We must use common sense in these matters. But—Mrs. Potts has written!" With this cryptic utterance he stalked out.
There had been little need to caution me to secrecy. I was not tempted to speak. Had I known any debtor of Miss Caroline's who would have taken "Mrs. Potts has written" in payment of his account, it might have been otherwise.
[CHAPTER XXI]
LITTLE ARCADY IS GRIEVOUSLY SHAKEN