“Marmaduke Duval.”
For a moment, they stood staring at one another too astonished to speak.
“My Lord!” Macloud finally ejaculated. “To think that it was here, all the time!”
Croyden caught up the lamp.
They trooped down to the cellar, Croyden leading the way. Moses was off for the evening, they had the house to themselves. As they passed the foot of the stairs, Macloud picked up a mattock.
“Me for the digging!” he said. “Which is the south-east corner, Davila?”
“There, under those boxes!” said she.
They were quickly tossed aside.
“The ground is not especially hard,” observed Macloud, with the first stroke. “I reckon a yard square is sufficient.—At a depth of two feet the memorandum says, doesn’t it?”