"Where did you find it?" said Jimmy.
"In Rogers's printing-office, kicking around on the floor. It seemed to be thrown away as waste paper; so I thought there was no harm in taking it. And when I read it, it looked to me like a curious sort of puzzle, which I thought would interest you. But you seem to take it very seriously."
"It's a serious matter," said Jimmy.
"No harm done, I hope," said Monkey.
"There may be," said Jimmy. "I can't tell. Some things about it I can't understand. I must ask you to let me keep this."
"If it's so very important," said Monkey, "it ought to be taken back to Phaeton Rogers, as it was in his office that I found it."
"No," said Jimmy; "it doesn't belong to him."
"Then you know something about it?" said Monkey.
"Yes, Monkey," said Jimmy, "I do know considerable about it. But it is a confidential matter entirely, and I shall have to insist on keeping this."
"All right!" said Monkey. "I'll take your word for it."