"You romancer!" exclaimed Cora, as she felt the bulky envelope. "I admit they do feel like stones, but they may be merely corals. But oh, Jack! Do let me see!"
"Lets call Laurel," he suggested. "We cannot read any of those papers. They are for her, or her father, to open."
"Oh, of course," and Cora looked rebuked. "I had no idea of reading anything, but I thought we should make sure of what was in the can before we got Laurel excited over it," and she slipped around the side of the bungalow to beckon to Laurel.
The girl's face turned white when she saw why she was wanted. "I am so afraid of disappointment," she murmured with a sigh.
"Well, there's something in here," Jack told her. "Look at this," and he handed her the heavy envelope.
She read her name—then she tore open the paper. A necklace fell out on her lap!
"Mother's!" she exclaimed, pressing the golden chain to her lips reverently. "Darling mother's!"
"And the stones are amethysts!" Cora exclaimed as Laurel held up the gems.
"Yes, it was father's wedding present to mother," Laurel told them.
"Oh, I scarcely know how to tell him all this."
"Tony was a pretty decent robber after all," remarked Jack. "He kept them for you, at any rate."