"But where did you get the diary, Leopold?" inquired the landlord.
"I found it in the chimney, when the old house was pulled down."
"You didn't say anything about it," added Mr. Bennington, rather reproachfully.
"You laughed at me, father, after Miss Liverage had gone, and I thought I wouldn't say anything more until I found out whether Miss Liverage was crazy or not. Then, when I read the diary, I didn't know but Harvey Barth might have been crazy when he wrote it, for I couldn't find any such rock as he mentioned till I went down to High Rock in a thunder-storm. I am willing to tell all I know about it; but it's rather a long story."
"And dinner is nearly ready," added the landlord, glancing at the clock.
"What is it? We want to know about it," said Belle Peterson, rushing into the office, followed by Rosabel.
The story had been carried to the parlor by Mr. Redmond, junior, who had so little confidence in the future intentions of Leopold, that he had revealed the secret from motives of revenge.
"We will hear the story after dinner," said Mr. Hamilton.
"We want to hear it, too," interposed Miss Belle.
"Yes father," added Rosabel; "and all the ladies in the parlor want to hear it."