"And where was it when Mr. Carford last saw it?" asked Nan.

"Mr. Carford left it on the mantlepiece in the big living room of Snow
Lodge," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Henry was the only other person, beside
himself, who was in the room, and in some way the money was taken. I
even went so far as to have a man from the police station look all
over the house, hoping he could find the roll of bills somewhere, but
it did not come to light. And so, ever since, there has been a bad
feeling between Henry and his uncle."

"What does Henry Burdock do now?" asked Bert.

"He roams about the woods, as a sort of guide and hunter. Sometimes, I
am told, he comes close to Snow Lodge and looks down on it from a
distant hill, thinking of the happy days he spent there."

"Maybe we'll see him when we go up," said Freddie. "If I do I'll give
him all the money in my bank so he can be friends with his uncle
again."

"No, Freddie," said Mrs. Bobbsey solemnly. "You must not speak of what
you have just heard. It is a sad story, and is best forgotten. Both
Mr. Carford and Henry feel badly enough about it, so it will be best
not to mention it. Just forget all about it if we go to Snow Lodge."

"But we are going; aren't we, Papa?" asked Bert. "The trip to the
woods would do us all good."

"Well, I think we might take advantage of Mr. Carford's kind offer,"
said Mr. Bobbsey. "Yes, we'll plan to go to Snow Lodge!"