Spink grinned at them. “I’ll make you both sicker than you be!” he snarled. “Out o’ the way!”
He banged the desk two or three more clips–and out fell a secret panel in the back of it.
“By cracky! money–real money!” yelled Lucas Pritchett. “Oh, Mr. Harris! we done it now!”
For from the shallow opening behind the panel there were scattered upon the ground several packets of apparently brand-new, if somewhat discolored banknotes.
Professor Spink dropped the axe and picked up the packages eagerly. Others crowded around. They ran them over quickly.
“Five thousand dollars–if there’s a cent!” gasped somebody, in an awed whisper.
“An’ she sold it for fifty dollars,” said Lucas, almost in tears.
CHAPTER XXIV
PROFESSOR SPINK’S BOTTLES
But Professor Lemuel Judson Spink did not look happy–not at all!