"Oh, I see. Well, that's a good idea, Solon, but you and Mrs. Potts are slow. Billy Durgin had the same idea last summer while the furniture was being unloaded. He took a good look at some of those old pieces, and he confided to me in strict secrecy that there were probably missing wills and rolls of banknotes hidden away in them. It seems that they're the kind that have secret drawers. Billy knows a case where a man touched a spring and found thirty thousand dollars in a secret drawer, 'and from there,' as Billy says, 'he fled to Australia.' So you can see it's been thought of. Of course I've never spoken of it, because I promised Billy not to,—but there's nothing in it."
"Bosh!" said Solon.
"Of course it's bosh. I could have told Billy that, but some way I always feel tender about his illusions. You may be sure I've learned enough of the Lansdale family to know that no member of it ever hid any real money—money that would spend—and there hasn't been a will missing for at least six generations."
"Bosh again!" said Solon. "It isn't secret drawers!"
"No? What then?"
"Well,—it's worse—and more of it."
"Is that all you have to say?" I asked as he stood up.
"Well, that's all I can say now. We must use common sense in these matters. But—Mrs. Potts
