I have got hold of the hundred feet left from the old Seabury estate." Mr.Phinney drew a long breath.

"Why!" he stammered, "that's where Olive Edwards--her that was Olive Seabury--lives, ain't it ?" "Yes," was the rather impatient answer.

"She has been living there.

But the place was mortgaged up to the handle and--ahem--the mortgage is mine now." For an instant Simeon did not reply.

He was gazing, not up the Boulevard in the direction of the "Seabury place" but across the slope of the hill toward the home of Captain Sol Berry, the depot master.