If there was anything Dr. Sampson bowed down to and respected it was wealth, and Mr. Bundy, senior, was reputed to be worth a considerable fortune.
In Rodney’s mood John Bundy was about the last person whom he wanted to see.
“Ha!” said John, espying the open casket, “where did you get all that jewelry?”
“It contains my mother’s jewels,” said Rodney gravely.
“You never showed it to me before.”
“I never had it before. It came to me by express this afternoon.”
“It must be worth a good pile of money,” said John, his eyes gleaming with cupidity.
“I suppose it is.”
“Have you any idea what it is worth?”
“I have no thought about it.”