Sam stopped abruptly, and drew the article in question from the inside pocket of his coat.
It was a pocket-book, and quite a large one, too. It was made to carry bills at full length.
It was filled with papers, but Sam did not know whether or not there was any money in it, for he had not opened it, and he did not intend to do so.
He placed his finger under the silver clasp with which it was fastened, and held it up so that his friend could see it.
"What name is that?" he asked.
"Erastus Smith," replied Miles.
"Exactly. You saw me take this pocket-book out of that drawer, didn't you?"
"Of course I did."
"Well, I know who put it there, for I saw him do it."
Sam brought the pocket-book down into his open palm with a sounding whack, and looked at his companion as if he thought he had made everything perfectly clear to him; but Miles only seemed bewildered.