Mack thought again. That good brain of his had solved many a problem in its day; he was well used to settling a matter quickly.
“And will you hold by your words to-morrow as well?”
“Yes. From henceforth I will not conceal it. I have had a letter from the priest, and it’s that has changed me.”
Was Mack beginning to believe him? Or was it merely as a matter of form that he went on?
“When did you do it?” he asked.
Rolandsen mentioned the night.
“And how did you go about it?”
Rolandsen described it all in detail.
“There were some papers in the chest with the money—did you notice them?”
“Yes. There were some papers.”