“There’s money hid somewhere,” cried Mrs. Kelly. “I know it. For the ould gintleman told me so.”
“He might not have been telling you the truth.”
“He was rich. If the money isn’t hid, where is it?”
“Maybe,” spoke up Peg, “it’s cemented into the mill wall, as the spy seems to think.”
Mrs. Kelly got ready to leave for home.
“To-morrow,” she said, sort of decisive-like, “I’m goin’ to see the judge an’ tell him the whole story. He’ll know what to do.” [[192]]
CHAPTER XIX
SCOOP DISAPPEARS
Contrary to what we thought would be the case, the soap man didn’t come near us. And shortly after six o’clock we saw him leave the mill yard in his rickety buggy, heading south. When he had disappeared from our sight we drew a deep breath. It was our hope, of course, that we had seen the last of him.