"Then they don"t deserve to find the money, and I hope they won"t."
"I do not like the relatives," I returned; "but in this matter there is something to be said for them. They have always been opposed to cremation, a fact which Mr. Ottershaw knew quite well, and, recognizing the contemptuous tone of the will, not unreasonably, I think, they decided that the wish was expressed only to annoy them, and that their uncle had no real desire to be cremated."
"One of your absurd questions," said Quarles.
"It seems to me I have never asked a more natural or a more sensible one," said Zena.
"I won"t argue, my dear," Quarles returned. "I presume that paper you have there, Wigan, is a copy of the wording of the will?"
"Yes," and I handed it to him.
"Of course, you do not think Sims has any connection with this jewel robbery you have been engaged upon?"
"No; he would not be selling so valuable a stone for twenty pounds."
"And you have come to the conclusion that his story is a plain statement of facts?"
"I think so."
"You are not sure?"
"Well, one cannot close one"s eyes to the possibility that he may dislike the Bryants as much as his master did, and may be keeping his master"s secret," I answered.
"Or he may have learned the secret by chance," said Zena.
"He may," said the professor. "You questioned him upon that point, Wigan?"
"He says he knows nothing."
"What has become of the pin?"
"It is in the hands of the police at present, but will be handed back to him. There is no evidence whatever that he is not the rightful owner. The Bryants wanted to have him arrested."
Quarles spread out the paper, and began reading parts of the will in a slow, thoughtful manner.
""Frankly I would take what wealth I have with me if I could."" And Quarles repeated the sentence twice. "That might imply that there was no wealth to speak of; and, following this idea for a moment, the permission to burn the house or pull it down might suggest a hope in the old man"s mind that the frantic search for what did not exist would result in the destruction of even that which did--the house and furniture. The fact that he desires ten per cent. of the wealth, if it is found, to go to imbeciles rather favors this notion; and his wish to be cremated may be an attempt to make his relatives spend money upon him from whom they were destined to receive nothing."
"It would be a grim joke," I said.
"A madman"s humor, perhaps," said Zena.
"He goes on: "This being impossible, I suppose," and then says he has hidden his wealth. He did not seem quite certain that he could not take it with him, did he?"
"You think----"
"No, no," said Quarles, "I haven"t got as far as thinking anything definite yet. The will then explains in a riddle where the treasure is hidden. He was alone in a room. He didn"t send the treasure out of the house. The statements are so deliberate that I am inclined to believe in a treasure of some sort."
"So am I," I answered, "because of the valuable pin he gave to his man."
"When was this will made?" asked Quarles.
"Nine years ago."
"Living as he did, he would hardly spend his pension," the professor went on. "Money would acc.u.mulate in nine years, and, since there is no evidence that he did anything else with it, we may a.s.sume that the h.o.a.rd was periodically added to, and, therefore, he must have placed it where he could get at it without much difficulty."
For a moment Quarles studied the paper.
"I think we may take his statements literally," he went on; "so unless the treasure was very small, small enough to be concealed inside a brick, it seems obvious that it was not hidden in the walls of the house, or it would have been found in the process of pulling down."
"If we are to be quite literal, we must remember that he says brick by brick," I pointed out. "It might therefore be hidden in a brick."
"I have thought of that," Quarles returned; "but in pulling down bricks would get broken, especially a hollow brick, as this would be.
I think we may take the words to mean only total demolition, and that there is no special significance in the expression "brick by brick."
Burning does away with the idea that the treasure may be hidden in woodwork."
"If he put it under a ground floor room or under a cellar neither pulling down nor a fire would disclose it," said Zena.
"Every flag in the cellars has been taken up," I answered; "and all the ground underneath the house has been dug up."
"Is there a well?" she asked.
"No; that was the first thing I looked for when I came there."
"He says in a room," Quarles went on. "I don"t think that means a cellar."
"Do you think the treasure was small in bulk and placed in his coffin?" said Zena eagerly, leaning forward in her chair as she asked the question.
"Certainly in that case he would be perfectly justified in saying that he didn"t send it out of the house," said Quarles.
"It is most improbable," I said. "To begin with, Mr. Ottershaw wished to be cremated, so would hardly leave any such instructions. And, further, Sims saw him placed in his coffin, and says nothing was buried with the body."
"It is an interesting problem," said the professor; "but one does not feel very much inclined to help the Bryants."
"Then you have a theory?" I asked.
"I haven"t got so far as theory; I am only rather keen to try my wits.
There is a shadowy idea at the back of my brain which may be gone by morning. If it hasn"t, we"ll go and see Sims."
Next morning when I went to Chelsea, as I had arranged to do, I found Quarles waiting for me, and we went to Fulham together. Sims had two rooms in his niece"s house, but took his meals with the family. We went into his sitting room and he was quite ready to talk about Mr.
Ottershaw. I told him that Quarles was a gentleman who thought he could find the hidden money.
"I shall be very glad if he does," said Sims. "The Bryants will know then that I had nothing to do with it. Mr. Charles has been the worst; but since I tried to sell that pin Mr. George has been as bad."
"I take it you don"t like the Bryants," said Quarles.
"I don"t dislike them, only when they bother me."
"Your master didn"t like them?"