"And I have a—a small parcel, too," she faltered; "I don't know what is in it."
"Give it to me; I'll soon tell you," said the man grimly.
"It doesn't belong to me, sir," added Jane, trembling still more as the inspector's practiced fingers quickly undid the wrappings.
Then she stared in astonishment as the man shook out yards and yards of costly, filmy lace.
"You didn't know what was in it—eh?"
"No, sir," said Jane.
"Where did you get it, miss?"
"The lady I am traveling with asked me to carry it for her," faltered Jane. "Oh, but I mustn't lose it. You must give it to me directly. I am sure it looks very valuable."
"You're right it does," said the man grimly. "I guess you'll have to come with me, young woman, and we'll see what else you're carrying for the lady."