“You mean,” cried Keith, “the old fellow was deliberately putting everyone off the track when he said his fortune was gold?”
Ellery chuckled and took the package from the girl. He unwrapped it and for a moment gazed appreciatively at the large old chromo of Alice’s mother.
And then, with the self-assurance of the complete logician, he stripped away the back of the frame.
Gold-and-green documents cascaded into his lap.
“Converted into bonds,” grinned Ellery. “Who said your father was cracked, Miss Mayhew? A very clever gentleman! Come, come, Thorne, stop rubber-necking and let’s leave these children of fortune alone!”