Barney shook his head slowly.
“Not any more. Anyway, nobody will know when we do.”
“Who knew about this shipment?”
“Not a darned soul, Brick. Baldy Malloy carries one of those old treasure-boxes for small packages. I gave him this box and told him to deliver it to the bank at Silverton. It was just a plain wooden box, with the cover just nailed on. There wasn’t a thing to indicate what was in it.”
“Whole thing would weigh about fourteen or fifteen pounds, wouldn’t it? And it was consigned to the bank?”
“Yes. If the stage was held up the robbers would probably investigate that old treasure-box. But how do you suppose they knew when it was to be shipped?”
Brick shook his head.
“That wasn’t the first shipment you’ve made, was it?”
“No. But there was no schedule, Brick. We shipped when it was ready.”
A man came into the office and deposited a suit-case on the floor. It was one of the office men and Devine introduced him to Brick and Harp. Devine glanced at his watch.