So in the end it was quite a different treasure which I bore away from Dacrepool Grange, and I feel equally with Jack that I have cause to remember that strange Christmas Eve, and to render my thanks to old Sir Godfrey, who now sleeps soundly in his grave, secure in the accomplishment of his mission, having rid his soul of the burden of his secret and restored luck to Dacrepool." "Is it true ?" asked Sheila, as Canon Clark folded up his manuscript.
"Well, I can hardly call it a personal reminiscence, but you must allow for author's license.

Old historic houses sometimes have secret hiding-places, and dreams are undoubtedly strange things.

It's all founded upon legends which I have heard.

Mrs.Clark and I first met in an ancient grange not at all unlike Dacrepool, didn't we, Bess?
And if we didn't find treasure behind the paneling we certainly ought to have done so.

Now I'm extremely sorry to have to hurry you, but I promised Miss Morley that you should be back at school by half past six, and I undertook to escort you through the town.