"But," I quietly pursued, "how much of this old woman's story do you believe?
Can not she have been deceived as to what she saw?
You say she is more or less demented.

Perhaps there never was any old wallet, and possibly never any money." "I have seen the wallet.

They brought it in to show me.

Not that that proves anything; but somehow I do believe in the money, and, what is more, that it is still in this house.

You will think me as demented as they." "No, no," I smiled, "for I am inclined to think the same; it lends such an interest to the place.