The Secret Behind Mr. Brisher's Treasure

Too Long; Didn't Read

“And that's 'ow I come on the treasure.” “What treasure?” I asked. “Why!” said Mr. Brisher, “the treasure I'm telling you about, what's the reason why I never married.” “What!—a treasure—dug up?” “Yes—buried wealth—treasure trove. Come out of the ground. What I kept on saying—regular treasure....” He looked at me with unusual disrespect. “It wasn't more than a foot deep, not the top of it,” he said. “I'd 'ardly got thirsty like, before I come on the corner.” “Go on,” I said. “I didn't understand.” “Why! Directly I 'it the box I knew it was treasure. A sort of instinct told me. Something seemed to shout inside of me—'Now's your chance—lie low.' It's lucky I knew the laws of treasure trove or I'd 'ave been shoutin' there and then. I daresay you know—”