“Every inch of it,” said William, “and there are not so many, is Van Roon.”
“Why, there are only about a dozen Van Roons in existence,” said the old man, a queer little shake coming into his voice.
“There’s one more now, sir.” William’s own voice was curiously soft.
XI
“If you go on like this,” said S. Gedge Antiques, after a pause, full of drama, “you will have to have a cold compress put on your head. Do you mean to tell me you have actually found the signature?”
“Yes, sir,” said William, “right down in the corner about half an hour ago.”
“Then why didn’t you say so instead of keeping it all to yourself?”
“Because it doesn’t seem half so important as the other things I’ve found.”
“What other things?”
“The trees and the water and that——”