"Whew!" whistled Harry. "In how much?"
"Thirty thousand pounds!" wailed Russell, in a voice of despair.
Another prolonged whistle was the result of this information.
"It's no use making it a secret to you," continued Russell. "I'll be searched, I suppose, and the bonds'll be taken."
"I'll tell you what to do," said Harry: "let me take care of them."
Russell shook his head.
"N-no; you'll be searched too. They'll be no safer."
"Well, then, hide them in this room somewhere."
"I don't know where to hide them," said Russell, dolefully; "besides, we may be taken to another room, and so it's no use hiding them here. I've been thinking of sewing them up inside the lining of my coat, only I haven't any needle and thread to sew with. Oh, if Mrs. Russell were here! I didn't think of this. I'd get her to stitch them inside my coat to-night. And now I don't know what to do. If it weren't for these bonds I should feel safe enough. But the amount is so e-normous!"
"Are they registered?"