"I can easily find it, for I have a tongue in my head. I don't believe I will go near that mine at all. I will sell it."
"You had better not. The miners have a story around that it is haunted."
The German threw back his head and laughed heartily.
"I am not afraid of that. If he took fifty thousand dollars out of it, it is surely worth as much more. Well, if you have told me everything, I guess I had better go back to my hotel. I was going back to my home to-night, but now I am glad I did not go."
"I guess we have told you everything that pertains to the matter," said Jack. "Do you think of any questions you would like to ask us?"
"No; but I may think of some to-morrow. Good-night."
"By the way," said Jack, as if he had just thought of something. "Where were you when this man Winkleman was sick? You were out in the mines, I suppose?"
"Oh, no, we were not; we were here in St. Louis. If we had been out at the mines, where no doctor could have been reached, he would have gone up on my hands. Look here—I don't want you to do this for nothing. Make up your minds what you ought to have and I will give it to you. If it had not been for you I would never have seen the box. Good-night."
The German bowed himself out and closed the door behind him. The boys waited until he got to the street, and then Julian took possession of the chair he had just vacated.
"Well, sir, what do you think of that?" asked Jack, using companion's expression.