I knew the old homestead, as a boy who had wandered over every part of it, far better than you, Gabriel, or any one.

The elder Gunn had only heard of it through the criminal disclosure of his relative, and only wished to absorb it through his son in time, and thus obliterate all trace of Flint's outrage.

I recognized the room perfectly--thanks to our dear Kitty, who had taken up the carpet, which thus disclosed the loose plank before the closet that was hidden by the partition.

Under pretext of rearranging the room--for which Kitty will forgive me--I spent the day behind a locked door, making my way through the partition.

There I found the rifled closet, but the papers intact.