“I’ll go with you!” I said. We shook hands on it. “When do we start?” I asked.
“Now!” said Edgar. I thought he wished to test me; he had touched upon one of my pet vanities.
“You can’t do that with me!” I said. “My bags are packed and ready for any place in the wide world, except the cold places. I can start this minute. Where is it, the Gold Coast, the Ivory Coast, the Spanish Main——”
Edgar frowned inscrutably. “Have you an empty suit-case?” he asked.
“Why EMPTY?” I demanded.
“To carry the treasure,” said Edgar. “I left mine in the hall. We will need two.”
“And your trunks?” I said.
“There aren’t going to be any trunks,” said Edgar. From his pocket he had taken a folder of the New Jersey Central Railroad. “If we hurry,” he exclaimed, “we can catch the ten-thirty express, and return to New York in time for dinner.”
“And what about the treasure?” I roared.
“We’ll’ bring it with us,” said Edgar.