“The man stayed awhile longer, but your father after that soon talked at
random, and addressed Arthur as Mr. Montresor. I doubt if he remembered
a word of it the day after. When he left and went upstairs your father
fell into sleep again. I went away home alone, and the day after to the
Hill Farm.”
“It is a strange story,” I said. “And did he get the deed before the
army left?”
My aunt thought not. “Mason says all the papers are at the
counting-house, and that up to this time your father has made no special
search. It was but two weeks or less before they left town.”
It was a simple way to trap an over-cunning man, and it much amused me,
who did not take the deed and estate matter to heart as did my aunt.
When she said, “We must find it,” I could but say that it was my
father’s business, and could wait; so far, at least, as I was concerned,
I would do nothing. Of course I told it all to Jack when next we met.