“My word, youngster; you’re a sharp one. But I suppose it’s all make-up!”
“Not a bit of it,” said Arthur, flushed by his triumph.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” said Felgate sceptically.
“I’ll show it you now,” said Arthur, “if you’ll promise to keep it dark. I’m not making up a bit of it.”
“If you aren’t, all I can say is—Where are they?”
“Come and see,” said Arthur, leading the way to his study.
Dig was out on leave in the village.
“There you are,” said Arthur, when he had opened his locker and produced the precious relics. “There’s the match-box. Have you ever seen any others of the same kind? I have.”
“I fancy I saw one once,” said Felgate.
“Belonging to a fellow six foot two who could reach up to the ledge?”