In the morning he took up our hero's breakfast, meeting Martin on his way downstairs.
"Well," said Rufus, eagerly, as he entered the room, "have you found out anything about the box?"
"Not yet," said Humpy. "I'm tryin' to find where he's hid it. I can let you out any time."
"How?"
"I've got a key that fits this lock."
"That's well, but I'd rather wait till I can carry the box with me."
"I'll do what I can," said Humpy. "I'm goin' to watch him sharp. I'd better go down now, or maybe he'll be suspectin' something."
Humpy went downstairs, leaving Rufus to eat his breakfast. On his way down his attention was drawn by angry voices, proceeding from the room in which he had left Smith. He comprehended at once that Smith and Martin were having a dispute about something. He stood still and listened attentively, and caught the following conversation:—
"The boy tells me," said Martin, doggedly, "that there was four hundred dollars in the box. You only gave me fifty."
"Then the boy lies!" said Smith, irritated.