Chalk when he showed signs of omitting vital points, related the
story. Edward Tredgold heard it, and, judging by the frequency of his
visits, was almost as interested as Mr. Chalk.
"I can't see that there could be any harm in just looking at the map,"
said Mr. Chalk, one evening. "You could keep your thumb on any part you
wanted to."
"Then we should know where to dig," urged Mr. Tredgold. "Properly
managed there ought to be a fortune in your innocence, Chalk."
Mr. Chalk eyed him fixedly. "Seeing that the latitude and longitude and
all the directions are written on the back," he observed, with cold
dignity, "I don't see the force of your remarks."
"Well, in that case, why not show it to Mr. Chalk, uncle?" said
Prudence, charitably.
Captain Bowers began to show signs of annoyance. "Well, my dear," he
began, slowly.
"Then Miss Drewitt could see it too," said Mr. Tredgold, blandly.
Miss Drewitt reddened with indignation. "I could see it any time I
wished," she said, sharply.
"Well, wish now," entreated Mr. Tredgold. "As a matter of fact, I'm
dying with curiosity myself.
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