He tried to assure himself that it had not been stolen—that it was still somewhere beneath the floor; and he pulled up another board, to resume the search. He had scarcely done so before Edward joined him.
"What are you about, Harry?" he asked, apparently very much astonished at his chum's occupation. "Are you going to pull the house down?"
"Not exactly. You know my pill box?" replied Harry, suspending operations to watch Edward's expression when he told him of his loss.
"The one you kept your money in?"
"Yes. Well, it is gone."
"Gone!" exclaimed Edward, starting back with surprise.
"It is either lost or stolen."
"What did you do with it?"
"Put it here, under this loose board."
"It must be there now, then. I will help you find it."