"No; they are here."
"And you found nothing in them?"
"Nothing but clothing and your toilet tools, a pistol, and a typewritten book manuscript bearing no signature."
Griswold turned his face away and shut his eyes. Once more his stake in the game of life was gone.
"There was another package of—of papers in one of the grips," he said, faintly; "quite a large package wrapped in brown paper."
"Valuables?" queried the doctor, sympathetically curious.
"Y-yes; rather valuable."
"We found nothing but the manuscript. Could any one else make use of the papers you speak of?"
Griswold was too feeble to prevaricate successfully.
"There was money in the package," he said, leaving the physician to infer what he pleased.