"That is not impossible," observed Hodges, after a pause. "But what has become of the treasure?"
"It is in the possession of Mr. Quatremain, who has given notice of it to the proper authorities," replied Chowles. "It consists, as I understand, of gold pieces struck in the reign of Philip and Mary, images of the same metal, crosses, pyxes, chalices, and other Popish and superstitious vessels, buried, probably, when Queen Elizabeth came to the throne, and the religion changed."
"Not unlikely," replied Hodges. "Where is your husband's body, Mrs. Malmayns?"
"It has been removed to the vault which he usually occupied," replied Judith. "Mr. Chowles has undertaken to bury it to-night."
"I must see it first," replied Hodges, "and be sure that he has not met with foul play."
"And I will accompany you," said Chowles. "So you do not want a coffin, Mr. Bloundel?"
The grocer shook his head.
"Good day, Mr. Bloundel," said Hodges. "I shall visit you to-morrow, and hope to find your son as well as I leave him. Chowles, you will be answerable for the safe custody of Mrs. Malmayns."
"I have no desire to escape, sir," replied the nurse. "You will find everything as I have represented."
"We shall see," replied the doctor. "If not, you will have to tend the sick in Newgate."