The men went upstairs. They entered the den. Cranston puffed as he noted that the room was warm.
"Take off your coat, doctor," he said. "I am going to put you to work." Savette complied with the suggestion. Cranston removed his own coat. In vests and shirt sleeves, they walked about, looking at the various objects. Savette pointed out different rugs and skins. He also selected a few other objects.
Together, the men piled the articles into the big box, which stood just within the door.
Cranston peered into the interior as Savette was arranging it.
"It looks like a padded cell," he said with a laugh. "Have you had any experience with them, doctor?" Savette chuckled and grunted an incoherent reply in response. Cranston's hand was resting on the chair where the physician's coat lay. He happened to bring it into the light.
The gleam of metal showed momentarily; then Cranston's hand dropped.
Doctor Savette turned from the box. He looked about the room with the air of a connoisseur; then stroked his chin, reflectively.
"I think that will do," he observed "My room is very small. I certainly appreciate your kindness, Mr. Cranston."
"Don't mention it," said the millionaire.
"Now we are ready," declared the physician, putting on his coat. Lamont Cranston also donned his outer garment.