Everet glanced darkly at the man, and it was on his tongue to tell him that he should do no such thing; but he had been too thoroughly shaken up by his fall to feel in a very defiant state, and he realized, too, that he had received very good counsel, which it might be wise to heed.
Mr. Huntress, after hearing the doctor’s verdict, had slipped quietly from the room, feeling greatly relieved; but he returned in a few moments with several small articles in his hand, which he had picked up in the hall and on the stairs.
There was a small pearl-handled knife, a Russia leather wallet, two or three pieces of gold, and some of silver.
These he handed to the young man.
“They must have slipped from your pockets as you fell,” he said.
Everet received them without even a civil acknowledgment, and replaced them in his pockets.
“Does this belong to you also?” Mr. Huntress asked, holding out a small, glittering, peculiarly shaped object.
“Yes; thanks,” he now had the grace to say, in an eager tone. “It is a pocket piece and an heir-loom; I would not lose it for a great deal,” and he held out his hand for it.
Geoffrey glanced up carelessly at these words; then he stepped quickly forward, his eyes glittering, a strange expression on his face.
“Let me look at that, if you please,” he said.