"Of course I did."
"Then it belongs to you."
"Not at all. If you pick up a pocket-book in the street of New York, does it belong to you, or to the one that lost it?"
"That's another sort of a thing, you see. This is money buried on the sea-shore by Captain Kidd, or some of those swells of pirates. It don't belong to anybody, you see."
"This gold was not buried by pirates."
"Who did bury it, then? That's the conundrum."
"His name was Wallbridge."
"Did you know him?" asked Mr. Redmond.
"No; I never saw him."
"Well, where is he now?"