"You never finished it," said Cousin Jane sharply.
"Let me do so now, then.I was really saved by some Indians, who took me for a spirit up aloft there in the moonlight and spread the alarm.The first white man they brought me was a wretched drunkard known to the boys as 'Old Fusil,' or 'Fusel Oil,' who went into delirium tremens at the sight of me.Well, who do you suppose he turned out to be? Flint! Flint played out and ruined! Cast off and discarded by his relations in New York--the foundation of whose fortunes he had laid by the villainy they had accepted and condoned.
For Flint, as the carpenter of the old homestead, had discovered the existence of a bricked closet in the wall of father's study, partitioned it off so that he could break into it without detection and rifle it at his leisure, and who had thus carried off that part of grandfather's hoard which father had concealed there.He knew it could never be missed by the descendants.But, through haste or ignorance, he DID NOT TOUCH THE PAPERS and documents also hidden there.And THEY told of the existence of grandfather's second cache, or hiding-place, beneath this hearth, and were left for me to discover."He coolly relit his pipe, fixed his eyes on Marie without apparently paying attention to the breathless scrutiny of the others, and went on: "Flint, alias Pierre a Fusil, alias Gunn, died a maniac.I resolved to test the truth of his story.I came here.
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.They contained a full description of the sum taken by Flint, and also of a larger sum buried in a cask beside this chimney.I had just finished unearthing it a few moments before you came.I had at first hoped to offer it to the family as a Christmas gift to-morrow, but"-- He stopped and sucked slowly at his pipe.
"We anticipated you," said Gabriel laughing.
"No," said Uncle Sylvester coolly."But because it don't happen to belong to YOU at all! According to the paper I have in my pocket, which is about as legal a document as I ever saw, it is father's free gift to Miss Marie du Page."Kitty threw her arms around her white and breathless friend with a joyful cry, and honest Gabriel's face shone with unselfish gratification.
"For yourself, my dear Gabriel, you must be satisfied with the fact that Messrs.Peter Gunn & Sons will take back your wildcat stock at the price you paid for it.It is the price they pay for their share in this little transaction, as I had the honor of pointing out to Mr.Gunn on our way to the station this morning.""Then you think that young Mr.Gunn knew that Flint was his relation, and that he had stolen father's money," said Kitty, "and that Mr.Gunn only wanted to"-- She stopped, with flashing eyes.
"I think he would have liked to have made an arrangement, my dear, that would keep the secret and the property in the family," said Uncle Sylvester."But I don't think he suspected the existence of the second treasure here.""And then, sir," said Cousin Jane, "it appears that all these wretched, unsatisfactory scraps of stories you were telling us were nothing after all but"--"My way of telling THIS one," said Uncle Sylvester.
As the others were eagerly gathering around the unearthed treasure, Marie approached him timidly, all her audacity gone, tears in her eyes, and his ring held hesitatingly between her fingers."How can I thank you--and how CAN you ever forgive me?""Well," said Uncle Sylvester, gazing at her critically, "you might keep the ring to think over it."
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