“Certainly! What is there remarkable about that?”
“And Harry Gilbert really had them?” said Philip, not knowing what to think.
“Of course!”
“Where were they found?”
“In the bureau drawer in his mother’s room.”
“What can it mean?” thought Philip, in a whirl of amazement. “I gave them to Congreve to carry to New York, and how in the world could Gilbert have got hold of them? There must be some mistake somewhere.”
“What did Harry say when you found the bonds?” he asked.
“He denied that they were mine; said they were his.”
“But where could he get them?”
“That is the question. He said they were given to him, or some such ridiculous nonsense, and his mother actually backed him up in this preposterous statement.”