'I'm only looking at it.'
'You give it me, I say.'
'Burton!'
The cry was almost an appeal for help. Mr Burton arrived to find something very like a tussle taking place. The Flyman was endeavouring to obtain possession of something which Mr Cox was holding, and which that gentleman was doing his best to keep.
'I found it!' he cried. 'Hand it over!'
'Burton! Quick! Catch!'
Mr Cox tossed something through the air which Mr Burton caught. He had just time to see that it was a ring, set with a gleaming red stone, when the Flyman was upon him with an emphatic repetition of the demand he had made on Mr Cox.
'You hand it over before I down you.'
Mr Cox explained.
'I found it; he didn't. I opened the box, and it was the first thing I saw. It had nothing to do with him.'