"Confusion!" he ejaculated; "what does all this mean? What devil's mess have you made of the business?"
CHAPTER XXIX. THE CONSPIRATORS ARE PERPLEXED.
Johnson's hasty exclamation was heard with blank amazement by his two confederates.
"What do you mean, Colonel? Ain't the bonds there?" asked Travers.
"Do you call these bonds?" demanded Johnson savagely, as he pointed to the neatly folded brown paper. "You must have brought back your own parcel, and left the genuine one with the bank messenger."
"No," said Travers, shaking his head; "our package was filled with old newspapers. This is different."
"It is evidently only a dummy. Was it the only parcel Carver had?"
"Yes, it was the only one."