“Humph! I suppose you are satisfied now you’ve dug up the body,” said Walter, rising to his feet.
“Nary bit av it, Mishter Walter, I haven’t see’d inside yet,” said the Irishman, as he began to unscrew the lid.
Walter and Frank came and stood by and watched him perform the operation with no little curiosity. The last screw removed, the lid was lifted and—
There was the pale waxen face of the dead upturned to the clear morning sun, with the flaxen-white hair clustered about the face.
“I suppose you are satisfied now,” said Frank.
Flick burst into a loud laugh and replied:
“Ay, and it’s blind yees are. Can’t yees see the thrick?”
“Trick? no; what do you mean, O’Flynn?” asked Frank.
“That, now!” replied the Irishman, and he clutched his fingers in the silken hair of the corpse and held up to the astonished gaze of the young men the trunkless head of a WAX-FIGURE!
He now laid down the waxen head and proceeded to unroll what appeared the body wrapped in a white sheet. Fold after fold was unrolled, until finally, a small leather bag, filled with some hard metal rolled out. Flick seized the bag, and taking up his knife cut it open, and then turning it up he poured into the coffin a great heap of gold coin.