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Rh Shortly after showing me his money, Michael Stone had a bad attack of angina: I was often at the house, and consequently had the desired opportunity to become very friendly with the somewhat stolid and unconversational Polly.

I ultimately made her talk, and one day she confided in me that she knew her uncle had money hidden in the house.

"I saw him put a big bag up the old scullery chimney one night. The scullery is never used, you know."

"Did you find out what was in the bag, Polly?"

"Yes, I did, doctor, it was sovereigns."

"Keep an eye on that bag, Polly," I said. "It may be your fortune. But hasn't your uncle got more than that put away?"

"I haven't seen any more," she said. "There's a lot of money there."

This was a most satisfactory conversation. I could see my way clear.

I waste no time, when my way is straight, my dear Lanner-Brown, and on the day following my talk with Polly, I went to a motor establishment, and after much talking hired a small 12-14 horse-power car for a month.

I knew something of driving, but I obtained