“Mr. Wibird and myself settled it together.”

“Have you received any papers from any of the family since the settlement of the estate?”

“Let me see.  Yes; a roll of old plans of the Withers Place, and so forth,—­not of much use, but labelled and kept.  An old trunk with letters and account-books, some of them in Dutch,—­mere curiosities.  A year ago or more, I remember that Silence sent me over some papers she had found in an odd corner,—­the old man hid things like a magpie.  I looked over most of them,—­trumpery not worth keeping,—­old leases and so forth.”

“Do you recollect giving some of them to Mr. Bradshaw to look over?”

“Now I come to think of it, I believe I did; but he reported to me, if I remember right, that they amounted to nothing.”

“If any of those papers were of importance, should you think your junior partner ought to keep them from your knowledge?”

“I need not answer that question, Mr. Gridley.  Will you be so good as to come at once to the facts on which you found your suspicions, and which lead you to put these questions to me?”

Thereupon Mr. Gridley proceeded to state succinctly the singular behavior of Murray Bradshaw in taking one paper from a number handed to him by Mr. Penhallow, and concealing it in a volume.  He related how he was just on the point of taking out the volume which contained the paper, when Mr. Bradshaw entered and disconcerted him.  He had, however, noticed three spots on the paper by which he should know it anywhere.  He then repeated the substance of Kitty Fagan’s story, accenting the fact that she too noticed three remarkable spots on the paper which Mr. Bradshaw had pointed out to Miss Badlam as the one so important to both of them.  Here he rested the case for the moment.

Mr. Penhallow looked thoughtful.  There was something questionable in the aspect of this business.  It did obviously suggest the idea of an underhand arrangement with Miss Cynthia, possibly involving some very grave consequences.  It would have been most desirable, he said, to have ascertained what these papers, or rather this particular paper, to which so much importance was attached, amounted to.  Without that knowledge there was nothing, after all, which it might not be possible to explain.  He might have laid aside the spotted paper to examine for some object of mere curiosity.  It was certainly odd that the one the Fagan woman had seen should present three spots so like those on the other paper, but people did sometimes throw treys at backgammon, and that which not rarely happened with two dice of six faces might happen if they had sixty or six hundred faces.  On the whole, he did not see that there was any ground, so far, for anything more than a vague suspicion.  He thought it not unlikely that Mr. Bradshaw was a little smitten with the young lady up at The Poplars, and that he had made some diplomatic overtures to the duenna, after the approved method of suitors.  She was young for Bradshaw,—­very young,—­but he knew his own affairs.  If he chose to make love to a child, it was natural enough that he should begin by courting her nurse.