ined and hid away in any small space, a drawer with a double bottom, a woman's desk, or sewed up in her stays--I beg your pardon, Miss Ashleigh--in fact, in any small out-of-the-way corner. Now we have some regular receptacle to look for, capable of holding bulky documents--at any rate, a good-sized box. This is indeed a great point gained. There the will is beyond doubt, for I think the Miss Harmers' faces were quite sufficient evidence that it is not destroyed; besides, we may reasonably suppose that the box is not concealed about the Misses Harmer's rooms, but is where it was originally placed by their brother; the question arises, 'Where the deuce is that?'"
"I can guess where it is," I said.
"Where?" the other three exclaimed, simultaneously.
"In the 'priest's chamber,' wherever that may be," I answered. "I remember well, that when I was once talking to Mr. Harmer about the old times, and old houses and their hiding-places, he said that Harmer Place was celebrated as having one of th