"Yes, I&—" he felt in his pockets. "Why, where are they?"
"Are they in this?" I asked, suddenly remembering the note-book I had picked up, and producing it.
"Yes, yes, give them to me."
"I think I had better keep them," I replied decidedly.
CHAPTER XXXIII
IN BROOKLYN
I fully understood the value of the papers that were contained in the note-book. Mr. Aaron Woodward would not have persecuted me so closely had he not deemed them of great importance.
And when I told Duncan I would keep them, I meant what I said. It might not be right legally, but I was sure it was right morally, and that was enough to quiet my conscience.
"Better keep them?" repeated Duncan, as he sprang to his feet.
"Exactly."