CHAPTER XXIII — FINDING THE BOX
“My boy,” said the lawyer, turning to Harry, “you have done yourself credit. A grown man could not have shown more judgment.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Harry, pleased at the compliment.
“But your work is not yet done. As soon as the detectives have returned, you must go back at once to Waybridge with them, and lead them to the place where the box is concealed.”
“I am ready, sir,” replied Harry. “But,” he added, with a sudden thought of one of his errands, “will there be time for me to go to Wall Street first?”
“Why do you want to go to Wall Street?”
“I have some coupons which I am to sell for Mr. Wilkins.”
“To what amount?”
“Ninety dollars gold.”