"You see your master's met his death at somebody's hands, and there's no doubt he's been robbed, too.

Do you happen to know what he had on him ?" The housekeeper, who had her arms full of linen, set her burden down on a clothes-horse in front of the fire before she replied.

She seemed to be thinking deeply, and when she turned round again, it was to shake her queerly ornamented head.
"Well, I couldn't say exactly," she answered.

"But I shouldn't wonder if it was a good deal--for such as him, you know.

He did carry money on him--he was never short of money ever since I knew him, and sometimes he'd a fair amount in his pockets--I know, of course, because he'd pull it out, loose gold, and silver, and copper, and I've seen him take bank-notes out of his pocket-book.