I expected, of course, that Crone would fly into a rage at my suggestion--if so, then I would tell him, straight out, that I would just take my own way, and take it at once.
But before noon there was another development in this affair.

In the course of the morning Mr.Lindsey bade me go with him down to my mother's house, where Mrs.Hanson had been lodged for the night--we would go through Gilverthwaite's effects with her, he said, with a view to doing what we could to put her in possession.

It might--probably would--be a lengthy and a difficult business that, he remarked, seeing that there was so much that was dark about her brother's recent movements; and as the woman was obviously poor, we had best be stirring on her behalf.

So down we went, and in my mother's front parlour, the same that Gilverthwaite had taken as his sitting-room, Mr.Lindsey opened the heavy box for the second time, in Mrs.Hanson's presence, and I began to make a list of its contents.

At the sight of the money it contained, the woman began to tremble.
"Eh, mister!" she exclaimed, almost tearfully, "but that's a sight of money to be lying there, doing naught! I hope there'll be some way of bringing it to me and mine--we could do with it, I promise you!" "We'll do our best, ma'am," said Mr.Lindsey.