Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 142: what you’re looking at

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138 A REMARKABLE DISCOVERY. “Tf he did not dispose of his wealth while he lived, and made no will before his death; if there is money con- cealed anywhere and should ever be found, it would be- long to Annie Dale’s heirs, for she was his nearest kin,” Everet Mapleson murmured, as he leaned both arms on the desk before him, and looked thoughtfully out of one of the south windows. “Tf Geoffrey Dale Huntress proves to be her son, as I am more and more inclined to believe, he will be the heir to Robert Dale’s missing thousands. This place would be his, anyhow, if the relationship could be proved. I wonder how much Jand belongs with it! Zounds! I wish I knew what has become of the old chap’s money! The more I seek to penetrate this mystery, the more tantaliz- ing it becomes; but I swear that I will never rest until I get to the bottom of it!” He struck the desk a terrific blow with his fist, in the heat of his excitement, as he uttered this vow; and the weight and force of it jarred itso that something was displaced, and clattered noisily to the floor. The young man leaned forward to see what he had done, and found thata panel, about twelve inches long and six wide, had fallen from one end of the desk. “Well, I should think it was about time for this truck to be falling to pieces, solid as it is,” he said, as he stooped to pick it up. _Upon examining it, he found that there were some hinges upon one end, and that time and dampness had | caused them to rust until they had fallen apart, while upon the opposite end there was a socket for a spring. “Aha! a secret compartment!” he exclaimed, his face lighting with eagerness. Bending to inspect the place from which the panel had fallen, he saw that his surmise was correct. There was a cavity, about four inches deep, in the end of the desk, just under the molding that ran around the top of it, with the other portions of the hinges attached to the top, and a small spring at the bottom. “Vegods! there is something in it, too!” he cried, in a startled voice, and his hand actually trembled with ner- vous excitement as he drew forth a small black morocco case, and a package of papers, tied with red tape, which lay underneath. The ease was an old-fashioned miniature case, and doubtless contained a likeness. Everet instinctively shrank from opening it for a mo- CoOnmiclboookks.€