"I have found it," he called upstairs; "it is all right, Nelly."
So it was—and where do you think it was?
I will help you to guess by telling you one circumstance. There had been nuts at dessert.
Well, what of that?
The salt-cellars had been left on the table. And buried in one of them, shining yellow and bright in the white powder, lay the coin! Was it not clever of Mark to have thought of it?
"Oh yes," said Eleanor, looking uncommonly ashamed of herself, "I remember—I pressed it down on to the salt, and then I covered it up. It looked so comfortable. Oh I am so sorry!"
See what comes of letting your fingers get into the way of "tricks," and letting your wits go wool-gathering.
But poor Henry's character was saved.
