“Maybe the casket is on the floor, under the doors,” suggested Dave; but he had little hope of such being the case.
All started a search, lasting for several minutes. But it was useless, the casket with its precious jewelry had disappeared. Oliver Wadsworth tottered to a chair that Phil placed for him and sank heavily upon it.
“THE CASKET—THE CARWITH CASKET IS GONE!”—Page 96.
“Gone!” he muttered, in a strained voice. “Gone! And if I cannot recover it, I shall be ruined!”
CHAPTER XI—LOOKING FOR THE ROBBERS
All in the offices listened with interest to Oliver Wadsworth’s words.
“The jewels were probably what the rascals were after,” was Mr. Porter’s comment. “Evidently they did not touch any of the gold plate or silverware.”