The more volatile Agnes could not be expected to feel so deeply the misfortune that had overtaken them. Besides, Agnes had one certain reason for being put in a happier frame of mind by the discovery they had just made.

The cloud of suspicion that had been raised in her thoughts by circ.u.mstantial evidence, no longer rested upon Neale O'Neil. If Neale would only "get over his mad fit," as Agnes expressed it, she thought she would be quite happy once more.

For never having possessed a hundred thousand dollars in fact, Agnes Kenway was not likely to weep much over its loss. The vast sum of money had really been nothing tangible to her.

Only for an hour or so after Ruth had been to the bank the second time and made sure that the money in the old alb.u.m was legal tender, had Agnes really been convinced of its value. Then her thought had flown immediately to the possibility of their buying the long-wished-for automobile.

But the tempting possibility had no more than risen above the horizon of her mind than it had been eclipsed by the horrid discovery that a robber had relieved them of the treasure trove.

"So, that's all there is to _that_!" sighed Agnes to herself. "I guess the Corner House family won't ride in a car yet awhile."

When Ruth had spoken about Mrs. Eland and her sister, however, saying that the money really belonged to them, this thought finally gained a place in Agnes' mind, too. She was not at all a selfish girl, and she began to think that perhaps an automobile would not have been forthcoming after all.

"Goodness! what a little beast I am," she told herself in secret. "To think only of our own pleasure. Maybe, if the money hadn't been lost, Mrs. Eland would have given us enough out of it to buy the car. But just see what good could have come to poor Miss Pepperill and Mrs. Eland if the money had reached their hands.

"Mercy me!" pursued the next-to-the-oldest Corner House girl. "If I ever find a battered ten cent piece again, I'll believe it's good until it's proved to be lead. Just think! If I'd only had faith in that money in the old book being good, I'd have shouted loud enough to wake up the whole household, and surely somebody-Mrs. MacCall, or Ruth-would have kept me from letting poor Neale take the book away.

"Poor Neale!" she sighed again. "It wasn't his fault. He didn't believe that paper was any good-and those bonds. Of course he didn't. I-I wonder if he showed the bonds and money to anybody at all?"

This thought was rather a startling one. Her boy friend had taken the old alb.u.m away from the Corner House in the first place with the avowed purpose of showing the bonds to somebody who would know about such things.

Of course, he did not show them to Mr. Con Murphy, the cobbler. And it did not seem as though he had had time on Christmas morning to show the book to anybody else before he went to Tiverton.

Nor would he have taken the book away if he had been decided, one way or the other, about the bonds and money. Had he shown them to any person while in Tiverton?

If so, Agnes suddenly wished to know who that person was. If Barnabetta Scruggs could get into Neale's room at the winter quarters of Twomley & Sorber's Herculean Circus and Menagerie, and could take a peep at the contents of the big book the boy carried in his bag, why could not some other-and some more evil-disposed person-have done the same?

Ruth had suggested it. She had said that a robber might have followed Neale O'Neil all the way from the circus and stolen the book off the porch of the old Corner House.

The same possibility held good regarding the removal of the money and the bonds from the book after Barnabetta had hidden it in the dining room closet. At that very moment the robber might have been in the house and seen what Barnabetta did with the book.

Of course, that was the explanation! Some hanger-on of the circus had followed Neale home to rob him-and had succeeded.

But, beyond that thought, and carrying the idea to its logical conclusion, Agnes pondered that Neale might have noticed that he was followed to Milton, and might know who the person was.

With Neale to suggest the ident.i.ty of this robber, it might be possible to secure his person and recover the money. That idea no sooner took possession of Agnes Kenway's mind than she started up, ready and eager to do something to prove the thought correct.

"And I'll see Neale first of all. It all lies with him," she said aloud.

"He's got to help us. I don't care if he _is_ mad. He's just got to get over his mad and tell us how we shall go about finding the robber!"

CHAPTER XXIV

NEALE O'NEIL FLINGS A BOMB

Agnes came to her decision to interview Neale O'Neil just before the family dinner hour. She had to wait until after the meal before putting it into execution.

Ordinarily Neale would have been over at the old Corner House soon after seven o'clock with his books, ready to join the girls at their studies in the sitting room. He was not to be expected now, however. Only the little girls mentioned Neale's absence.

"I guess something has happened since Neale came home from the circus,"

Dot observed. "He don't seem to like us any more."

"I'm sure we've done nothing to him," said Tess, quite troubled. "But, anyway, you can't ever tell anything about boys-what they'll do. Can you, Ruthie?"

"There spoke the oracle," giggled Agnes.

"Tess is a budding suffragette," commented Mrs. MacCall.

"Oh, my! You sure won't be one of those awful suffering-etts when you grow up, will you, Tessie?" cried the horror-stricken Dot.

"Goodness! _Suffragette_, Dot!" admonished her sister. "But-but I guess I don't want to be one. They say Miss Grimsby is one and I'm sure I don't want to be anything she is."

"Is she very-very awful?" asked Dot, pityingly, yet with curiosity.

"She is awfully hard to get along with," admitted Tess. "Sometimes Miss Pepperill was cross; but Miss Grimsby is mad all the time."

"I-I wish they'd take Mabel Creamer into your room and let you take her place in mine," Dot said, feeling that her enemy next door should be put under the eye of just such a stern teacher as Miss Grimsby.

"I s'pose she'll make faces at me to-morrow," pursued Dot, with a sigh.

"And she _can_ make awful faces, you know she can, Tessie."

"Well, faces won't ever hurt you," the other sister said, philosophically.

"No-o," rejoined Dot. "Not really, of course. But," she confessed, "it makes you want to make faces, too. And I can't wriggle my face all up like Mabel Creamer can!"

Now, clothed in a proper frock again, Barnabetta Scruggs made one at the dinner table. She was subdued and rather silent; but as always she was kind to the children, beside whom she sat; and she was really grateful now to Ruth.

Despite her rough exterior, Barnabetta was kind at heart. She had only been hiding her good qualities from Ruth and Agnes because she knew in her heart that she meant to injure them. Now that she had confessed her wrong doing, her hardness of manner and foolish pride were all melted down. And n.o.body could long resist the sweetness of Ruth and the jollity of Agnes.

The latter slipped away right after dinner, leaving the little girls listening to one of Barnabetta's fairy stories-this time about The Horse That Made a House for the Birds.

"That circus girl is a good deal like a singed cat," remarked Mrs.

MacCall in the kitchen. "I'm free to confess I didn't think much of her at first. You and Ruth do pick up some crooked sticks." She spoke to Agnes who was preparing to go out.

"But I watched her with the little ones and-bless her heart!-she's a real little woman! Working in a circus all her life hasn't spoiled her; but it isn't a business that I'd want a daughter of mine to follow.

"And there isn't a mite of harm in that Asa Scruggs," added the housekeeper. "Only I never did see such a melancholy looking man. And he a clown!"

Agnes was thinking how strange it was she should have met Barnabetta and her father in the woods and brought them home, when they had come from the Twomley & Sorber Circus, and knew Neale O'Neil. And what would Neale say when he learned that the clown and his daughter were at the old Corner House?

Agnes remembered quite clearly that Neale had caught Barnabetta looking at the book of money while he had it in his possession at the winter quarters of the circus. At once the boy would connect the robbery of the Corner House with the circus girl's presence there.

And that would never do. For Agnes was positive that Barnabetta was guiltless of the final disappearance of the treasure trove.

But suppose Neale was convinced otherwise? With sorrow the Corner House girl had to admit that her boy friend could be "awful stubborn" if he so chose.