"Perhaps not. Mr. Gracewood thinks your foster-father did very wrong in not causing some inquiries to be made for your parents."
"I think so myself; but I can excuse him when I consider how much he did for me, and the reason why he kept still," I replied, as I ran the barge upon the shore at the lower end of the island.
"Have you any of the clothing, or other articles, found upon you?"
"I don't know of any."
"Almost every little child has a necklace, a ring, or some other ornament upon it, especially when travelling."
"Matt Rockwood never said anything to me about such matters. He has a chest at the Castle, which he always kept locked, and I don't know what there is in it."
"Didn't you open it after he was killed?"
"No; the key was buried with him, and I did not exactly like to break it open yet. Besides, I have been so driven about since we buried him that I haven't had much time to think about it."
"I would open it, if I were you."
"I shall," I replied, as we walked up the slope towards the house.