"Um," he grunted, without looking up, "so you're planning to desert, are you?"
"If you call it desertion, yes. I know when I've had enough, Bonteck."
"I don't think you do," he said with a queer grimace. "But let that stand over for a minute or so. Don't you want to be brought up to date in the treasure-trove adventure? I should think you would."
"If there is anything remaining that I haven't seen and felt and tasted," I returned.
"There is," he chuckled. "As the older novelists would remark, the half has not been told. Item Number One is a small problem in arithmetic. You helped me dig up Madeleine's ransom, and you counted the pieces, didn't you?"
"I did."
"You'd be willing to go into court and swear that there were forty of the gold bars; no more and no less; wouldn't you?"
"I should."
"And we dug them all out—all there were in that particular spot, didn't we?"