"Whereas, it is stipulated by the said Parmenter that the Jewels shall be used only in the Extremity of Need; and hence, as I have an abundance of this world's Goods, that Need will, likely, not come to me. And judging that Greenberry Point will change, in time--so that my son or his Descendants, if occasion arise, may be unable to locate the Treasure--I have lifted the Iron box, from the place where Parmenter buried it, and have reinterred it in the cellar of my House in Hampton, renewing the Injunction which Parmenter put upon it, that it shall be used only in the Extremity of Need. When this Need arise, it will be found in the south-east corner of the front cellar. At the depth of two feet, between two large stones, is the Iron box. It contains the jewels, the most marvelous I have ever seen. "Marmaduke Duval." For a moment, they stood staring at one another too astonished to speak. "My Lord!" Macloud finally ejaculated. "To think that it was here, all the time!" Croyden caught up the lamp. "Come on!" he said. They trooped down to the cellar, Croyden leading the way. Moses was off for the evening, they had the house to themselves. As they passed the foot of the stairs, Macloud picked up a mattock. "Me for the digging!" he said. "Which is the south-east corner, Davila?" "There, under those boxes!" said she. They were quickly tossed aside. "The ground is not especially hard," observed Macloud, with the first stroke. "I reckon a yard square is sufficient.--At a depth of two feet the memorandum says, doesn't it?" No one answered. Fascinated, they were watching the fall of the pick. With every blow, they were listening for it to strike the stones. "Better get a shovel, Croyden, we'll need it," said Macloud, pausing long enough, to throw off his coat.... "Oh! I forgot to say, I wired the Pinkerton man to recover the package you buried this morning." Croyden only nodded--stood the lamp on a box, and returned with the coal scoop. "This will answer, I reckon," he said, and fell to work. "It seems absurd!" remarked Macloud, between strokes. "To have hunted the treasure, for weeks, all over Greenberry Point, and then to find it in the cellar, like a can of lard or a bushel of potatoes." "You haven't found it, yet," Croyden cautioned. "And we've gone the depth mentioned." "No! we haven't found it, yet!--but we're going to find it!" Macloud answered, sinking the pick, viciously, in the ground, with the last word. Crack! It had struck hard against a stone. "What did I tell you?" Macloud cried, sinking the pick in at another place. Crack! Again, it struck! and again! and again! The fifth stroke laid the stone bare--the sixth and seventh loosened it, still more--the eighth and ninth completed the task. "Give me the shovel!" said he. When the earth was away and the stone exposed, he stooped and, putting his fingers under the edges, heaved it out.