"No," said Johnson bitterly. "The fools brought me a package stuffed with sheets of brown paper."
Carver stared at him in open-mouthed amazement.
"I don't understand it," he said. "I can't account for any parcel of the kind."
"They couldn't have made the exchange at all. This must have been their own parcel."
"No," said Carver; "theirs was stuffed with old newspapers."
"That was what they said."
"They told the truth. I helped them make up the parcel myself."
"Then it must have been their parcel that is now in the hands of the bank."
"It seems likely."