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"Miss Liverage told me the hole which Wallbridge dug was not more than a foot deep; and Harvey Barth's diary contained the same statement," said the boatman to himself. "I dug a foot down, and the money was not there. I remember I found a piece of boat-hook, with the iron on it about that distance below the surface. What does that prove?
It was all because he hid it, that he lost it." Miss Liverage was sure the diary was still in the house, and during that and the next day, while the storm lasted, Leopold searched the hotel from cellar to garret. He did not find the key to the hidden treasure of High Rock.
"Well, no, not exactly; but I was a good deal interested in him. You are Leopold, I suppose," added Miss Liverage, who appeared to be anxious to change the direction the conversation had taken. "That's my name." "And this was Harvey's room," continued the woman glancing around the chamber, and then bestowing especial attention upon the fireplace.
"In the first place do you know whatever became of Harvey Barth's diary?" Miss Liverage began. "I haven't the least idea; but he said it was stolen from him, and he was going to get it when he went to New York," replied Leopold, deeply interested even in this matter. "But he never found it, and I don't believe anybody stole it. I think it is in this house now. Our first business is to find it."
"I suppose you would not object to making five hundred dollars, Leopold." "I don't believe I should, if I could make it honestly, fairly, and above-board; but I wouldn't steal five hundred dollars for the sake of having it." "Of course not. I wouldn't, either," protested Miss Liverage. "I never did anything which was not honest, fair, and above-board, and I never mean to.
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