Harry examined the table. It had no drawer. His eyes roamed about the room. There was a coffinlike box in one corner; opposite it were two smaller boxes.
He laid his automatic on the table and went to inspect. Inside the top box of the two he found some envelopes and a small wooden case.
"Look at these," he exclaimed.
Major Weston glanced to make sure that Cooper was on guard. The man was looking in the room.
"Watch the passageway," cautioned the Englishman. "You can look at these later."
Cooper obeyed. Weston laid his automatic on the box upon which he had been seated and joined Harry.
"Well!" came the voice of Cooper from the doorway.
The others turned. They were staring into the muzzle of Cooper's automatic. A jeering laugh came from the man in the doorway.
"Easy, eh!" he exclaimed. "You thought Chefano, and Jupe were easy! You are the easy ones! You thought there might be another man in the gang, but you never suspected he was with you all the time!"
Harry Vincent and Major Weston were as motionless as statues. The unexpected climax had rendered them powerless. Transfixed with amazement, they watched their former companion stride to the table and pick up their pistols. He still covered them with his own gun.