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"I can keep a secret that won't harm anybody," added the young man. "Will you promise me solemnly not to tell any one, not even your father, what I say to you?" asked Miss Liverage, in a low tone, and in a very impressive manner. "If the matter don't concern my father, I won't tell him of it, or anybody else.
"Well, yes; I ought to know him. I took care of him in the hospital three weeks before he died," replied Miss Liverage, confidently. "Is he dead?" asked Mr. Bennington, startled by the announcement. "Yes, sir; he died about a fortnight ago." "It is only six weeks since he left here," added Leopold, who was even more shocked than his father at the news.
"The room is directly over this parlor, and if it dropped into the chimney, it must have come down into this fireplace," replied Leopold. "I am sure nothing was ever seen of it." They examined the flue of the Franklin stove, and Miss Liverage was satisfied with the young man's statement in regard to its construction. "Some one may have picked it up and put it away," suggested the nurse.
"How can that be?" "The owner is dead and gone." "Then it belongs to his heirs." "He has no heirs." "Who is he, anyhow?" "He isn't anybody now. Didn't I say he was dead and gone?" demanded Miss Liverage, impatiently. "Well, who was he, then?" "I don't know." "It's very strange," mused Leopold. "I know it's strange. I am the only person living who knows anything about this money.
Miss Sarah Liverage had taken herself out of the reach of all further communication in regard to the hidden treasure. Leopold had no hope of being able to see or hear from her. She had not sent him her last address, and he had used all the means in his power to carry out the terms of the agreement. He considered himself, therefore, released from all responsibility, so far as she was concerned.
"I'd rather have that room, if it don't make any difference to you," replied Miss Liverage. "Certainly you can have it, if you want it, for it is not occupied." "I shall be much obliged to you if you will let me have it." "You knew Harvey Barth, I suppose," said the landlord, as Leopold, who often conducted guests to their rooms, picked up the small valise, which was her only baggage.
He wrote to Miss Liverage again, informing her of the continued failure of his efforts, and declaring that he would not "fool with the matter" any longer. The nurse did not answer his last letter and it was evident that she too had "lost hope."
"I can't see anything, Leopold," gasped Miss Liverage, holding on to the washboard with both hands. "Do go back as fast as you can." "But you can't find the money if you don't go and look for it." "I don't care for the money. I wouldn't stay out here another minute for the whole of it," protested the passenger.
The Franklin stove, which was merely an iron fire place set into the chimney, had the less direct flue of the two, so that the package had fallen where it was found. During the rest of the day, Leopold's thoughts were fixed upon the long-lost diary, for which Miss Liverage and himself had vainly searched.
He was familiar with the story of Wolfert Webber, who had dug over the whole of his cabbage garden in search of hidden treasure, and he had no little contempt for those who allowed themselves to be carried away by such vain and silly illusions. While he had no doubt that Miss Liverage was in earnest, he had little confidence in the existence of the hidden treasure at High Rock.
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