"In box in library where she used to live, or in plate-safe with spoons?
Or under your bed where she always keep eye on you ?" "Oh! put her with the spoons," said Alan angrily, and Jeekie departed with his treasure.
"I think, dear," remarked Barbara as the door closed behind him, "that if I come to lunch here any more, I shall bring my own christening present with me, for I can't eat off silver that has been shut up with that thing.

Now let us get to business--show me the diary and the map." "Dearest Alan," wrote Barbara from The Court two days later, "I have been thinking everything over, and since you are so set upon it, I suppose that you had better go.

To me the whole adventure seems perfectly mad, but at the same time I believe in our luck, or rather in the Providence which watches over us, and I don't believe that you, or I either, will come to any harm.

If you stop here, you will only eat your heart out and communication between us must become increasingly difficult.

My uncle is furious with you, and since he discovered that we were talking over the telephone, to his own great inconvenience he has had the wires cut outside the house.