"Oh-ho! and do you think they found it?"
"They may have found some, but not enough to satisfy them."
"How do you know that?"
"From the way they went at the rest of the furniture. For instance, one of those queer, old-fashioned bureaus, such as the hunter for the antique delights to discover, stood in the bedroom. Every drawer of it had been rifled, and the various articles, none of which appeared to be very valuable, strewed the floor.
"Any other piece of furniture that seemed to be a receptacle for hidden wealth of the occupant of the basement was completely overhauled. In the front room not a box, or a bundle, or a drawer, or a pail, or a corner was overlooked by the greedy eyes of the criminals. They meant business, I can tell you."
"Were any of the regular authorities on the ground before you came away?" asked Old Spicer, suddenly.
"Yes, the coroner, a police captain, and two or three detectives were there."
"Have they any idea who did the deed?"
"Not the slightest; they are completely at sea."
"Have you formed any theory yourself, George?"