“Now to hide the other,” said he to himself.
He looked about the room seeking for some place of concealment. Finally he noticed in one portion of the floor a square board, which looked as if it might be lifted. He stooped over and succeeded in raising it. The space beneath was about a foot in depth—the lower level being the lathing and plastering of the room below.
“That will do,” said Harry, in a tone of satisfaction. “I don’t think Mr. Fox will find my money here,” and dropping the pocketbook into the cavity he replaced the square board. Then he went to bed and awaited results.
When Harry had gone up to his bed, Mr. and Mrs. Fox naturally began to compare notes respecting him.
“That new boy rides a high horse,” said Mrs. Fox, grimly. “Are you going to allow it?”
“Certainly not.”
“He wouldn’t give up his money to you, though you are his guardeen.”
“Very true, but I mean to have it all the same. I shall go up to his bedroom after he is asleep, and then it will be the easiest thing in the world to take the pocketbook without his knowin’ anything about it.”
“He’ll know it in the mornin’.”
“Let him! Possession is nine p’ints of the law, Mrs. Fox.”