I didn't say anything.

But Johnny--Johnny, _there weren't no bones in the grave!_" "My God!" breathed Aldous.
"There were just some clothes," went on MacDonald huskily, "an' the watch an' the ring were on top.

Johnny, there weren't nobody ever buried there, an' I'm to blame--I'm to blame." "And you did that for us," cried Aldous, and suddenly he reached over and gripped old Donald's hands.

"It wasn't a mistake, Mac.

I thank God you kept silent.