'Now!' said Marjorie, throwing open the door; and they all burst in.
All the garments were taken down from the shelves and unfolded and shaken, but nothing was to be found. Every pocket was turned out; but the contents were only pebbles, and bits of string, and pieces of dried seaweed.
All the fishing baskets were opened and peeped into, and turned upside down and shaken, but without result.
Afterwards they pulled out the boxes that were ranged against the wall, and looked behind them, but no postal orders were found.
'This box is unfastened,' cried Tricksy; 'let's look inside it.'
'Do you think we should do that,' demurred Hamish; 'Mrs. Stewart might object.'
'Can't stop to think of that in a case of necessity,' replied Reggie, and Marjorie's hands were soon in the trunk.
Furs smelling strongly of camphor, some old chair covers, then a quantity of frocks and boys' suits grown too small, and a layer of boots at the bottom.
'Nothing there,' said Marjorie, cramming the things into the box again.
'These other trunks are all locked,' said Reggie, trying them one after the other.