"Sorry I can't be with you," Will said.
"Then you are really going to run up to Boston?" asked Mr. Nelson.
"Yes, sir, I have to go, if I want to keep this new position."
"Well, I'd advise you to do so, then. Go up with me on the express in the morning."
"Thank you, I will."
"And if you hear anything about the diamonds, don't wait to come back and tell us, write—no, telegraph!" urged Betty.
"It wouldn't be wise to wire," her father objected. "There is no great rush. I will make some inquiries myself."
"And where will you leave the diamonds, meanwhile?"
"Down here, of course. I'm not going to carry them around with me—too valuable," and Mr. Nelson patted his pocket.
"I'll take the box to my room, and lock it in my trunk," Betty said.