The night was hot, and Mr. Sharp's window was partially raised, but protected by a blind.
"Those confounded boys have discovered everything," Clyde heard his uncle say. "I would like to know how they did it. You haven't been talking, have you?"
"What! Me talk? Me, did you say?" exclaimed Mr. Lycurgus Sharp, dramatically.
"Then how did they find out that I have been speculating?" demanded the other, sharply.
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
"That's your lookout," he said, carelessly. "Perhaps they overheard us talking this afternoon."
"Great Scott! I hope not," cried Mr. Ellis, excitedly. "No, I don't believe that! No one was around at the time. I think they must have heard a rumor somewhere—where, I don't know, but would give a heap to find out. If those boys get a notion like that they will spread it everywhere, and I shall be ruined. What can I do to stop them off?"
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders again.
"I have promised to show them the will and explain where all the money is," added Mr. Ellis.
"Which you can't do," broke in the lawyer, abruptly.