"Not quite," answered Rainford. "You must have another room where you keep your jewellery and all those kinds of things?"
"What kind of things?" asked Bones sharply.
"Oh! things that require to be packed away with caution, to be sure," replied Tom Rain.
For an instant the old man cast upon him a glance of searching inquiry, as if to penetrate into the most secret profundities of his soul; but the highwayman affected to be very intent in his contemplation of a picture, and the countenance of the fence grew more composed.
"Well," said Rainford, after a few moments' pause, "there's no use in delaying the matter. I must and will make myself acquainted with every nook of this place."
Old Death moved towards a door facing the one by which they entered the apartment; and Rainford was conducted into a smaller room, but fitted up with shelves like the first.
On those shelves were several boxes, of various dimensions, and numerous jewel-cases wrapped up in paper.
"Watches and plate, I suppose?" said Rainford, pointing to the boxes.
"Something in that way, Tom," replied Old Death. "Would you like to see any of them?"
"No, thank'ee," was the answer. "I am not particularly curious in that respect."