CHAPTER TWELVESchemes of Decoration
“We been tearing the place to pieces,” said Mrs. Groby, her black-bordered handkerchief to her eyes. “Yesterday and today; we only found out yesterday; Mr. Toms at the bank felt quite bad when we asked about the box; he said he naturally thought Aunt Alvira had told me where the bonds were.”
“Could she have been so foolish as to keep them in the house?”
“I wouldn’t have said so, but I thought on account of the fence and the dogs she must have some money there.”
“Of course the people who are looking after your affairs will make inquiries?”
“They don’t know where to look. She hasn’t deposited coupons or anything, she hasn’t been near the Stratfield bank since she took the securities away. She had a few hundreds there still, but she hasn’t drawn on her
