That's my brother's gold watch chain," Uncle Julian said, leaning forward curiously. "I thought he was buried in it." Charles' hand was shaking as he held it out; I could see it shaking against the yellow of the wall behind him. "In a tree," he said, and his voice was shaking too. "I found it nailed to a tree, for God's sake. What kind of a house is this?" "It's not important," Constance said. "Really, Charles, it's not important." "Not important? Connie, this thing's made of _gold_.