"Covered," exclaimed Jack, "with the dust of centuries!"
"It's covered," returned the more practical Madge, "at any rate with the dust of a year or two."
She wiped it with a napkin which she took from the sideboard drawer.
"Why," cried Ella, "it's nothing but a sheet of paper."
Jack echoed her words.
"That's all--blue foolscap--folded in four."
Madge unfolded what indeed seemed nothing but a sheet of paper. The others craned their necks to see what it contained. In spite of them she managed to get a private peep at the contents, and then closed it hastily.
"Guess what it is," she said.
"A draft on the Bank of Elegance for a million sterling." This was Jack.
"I fancy it is some sort of legal document."