“And what was in it?” I asked.
“Open it and see.”
With some little trepidation, I undid the hasp and threw back the lid. I could see nothing inside but a jumble of white stuff, and I looked up to my companion for explanation.
“It’s merely some of my paraphernalia,” he said, smiling grimly. “I often needed it when I was over at the Nelson place, and I designed that hiding-place for it. I found I would need it again to-day, so I went after it last night. That’s the whole story.”
I looked at him for an instant, and then slowly closed the box.
“I see you believe me,” he remarked.
“Yes,” I said; “I do.”
“And you’ll say nothing about it?”
“No,” I promised.
“Let me see,” he went on, “you have still—let me see—three days of grace. Do you think you’ll find the treasure?”