She joined them in a moment, and Will began.
"Well, you see," he said, "in the first place, Mr. Mendall didn't want to raise our hopes until he found out definitely whether anything there belonged to us."
"Yes," broke in Mollie quickly.
"Don't interrupt," Will warned her. "You might sidetrack me or something."
"Oh, Will, don't be a goose!" cried his sister. "Go on."
"I'm not a goose," he declared with dignity, "and I expect to go on if I am given half a chance."
He paused for a reply, but as none was forthcoming and as only threatening looks met him on every side, he continued hurriedly.
"Well, as I was saying," he went on, "Mr. Mendall did finally succeed in getting the information he wanted. Then yesterday afternoon I happened to meet him——"
"Yes, we know all about that," said Betty, dancing with mingled excitement and exasperation. "Please get to the point."
"Since you insist," Will answered gravely. "The fact is, Mollie, that all your mother's silver is there—even down to the little sugar bowl."