"Yes, Jeremiah, and Miser Farebrother none the wiser. He wiped the mud off the cash-box and opened it. Jeremiah, it was stuffed full of gold and bank-notes. He counted it and counted it over and over again, and he wrote down some figures on a piece of paper. Then he put the money back and locked the box, and hid it under his mattress. After that he tore up the paper he'd been writing on, and blew out the candle, and went to bed. I heard him groaning there for an hour afterward." "Is that the end of it?" asked Jeremiah, in a wrathful voice and with wrathful looks. "Do you mean to tell me that is the end of it?" "No, it isn't; there's something more. Never you call me a fool again. I went into his room as usual this morning, and you may depend I looked about for the box; but I couldn't catch sight of it. Oh, he's a cunning one, he is! But I did catch sight of something. I had my hand-broom and shovel, and I swept up the floor and the fireplace, and brought away the pieces of paper he had torn up. I asked him if he'd had a good night, and he said he fell asleep the moment he put his head on the pillow, and that he must have slept seven or eight hours right off. I told him he looked as if he'd had a splendid rest--which he didn't, Jeremiah. He was the picture of misery. When I got away from him I sorted out the pieces of paper and stuck them together. Here it is. He must be richer than we think, Jeremiah. Look! Ten one hundred pounds--bank-notes, Jeremiah! I saw him count 'em--that's a thousand. Twenty fifties--that's another thousand. Fifty twenties--that's another thousand. And another thousand in sovereigns. He laid 'em in piles upon the table. They did look grand! Piles of gold. Jeremiah! Four thousand pounds altogether. You didn't know anything about it, did you?" "No, I didn't," replied Jeremiah, his eyes glittering greedily. "He must have had the money by him a long time, I expect. Did you look about the grounds for his hiding-place?" "Yes; but I didn't find it. I couldn't see the slightest signs of one." "_I'll_ find it, mother." "You mustn't do anything rash, Jeremiah; you mustn't get yourself into trouble." "Not likely, mother. Trust me for looking after myself. All his money is mine, and I mean to have it! By fair means, mother--by fair means; and he sha'n't cheat me out of a penny. Once I get hold of Phoebe--. Well, all right! I shall know how to work it. I'll go now and have a talk with him." CHAPTER XI. MISER FAREBROTHER GIVES JEREMIAH A WARNING.