"Young man, you're crazy. I reckon I do not know anything about any box."
"Oh, yes, you do."
"Which box is it?"
"The box filled with jewels and other rare gems and valuables."
The man approached close to the detective, and whispered.
"Has my daughter got such a box?"
"Your daughter!" exclaimed the detective.
"My friend, I have a strange story to tell. I suspect that the girl is my long-lost daughter."
"You're a fraud," was the idea that ran through the detective's mind. He had observed that the man did not claim Renie as his daughter until an allusion was made to the box of jewels.
"If she is your daughter you ought to know all about the box."