particularly love Parslewe that evening; I thought he might have given me more of his confidence. But there it was! and there was Madrasia. And Madrasia seemed to have been restored to a more serene state of mind by this rejoining of her guardian; evidently she possessed a sound belief in Parslewe's powers.
"Did he tell you anything this afternoon when I was out shopping?" she inquired suddenly as we rode up Grey Street. "I'm sure you must have talked."
"Well," I answered. "A little. He thinks the copper box has a false bottom, a narrow cavity, in it, and that something has been concealed there, and stolen from it. Possibly by our friend Weech."
"Weech!" she exclaimed. "When?"
"When we left him alone with the box while we went up to the library," I replied. "Of course, that's possible—if Weech knew the secret."
This seemed to fill her with new ideas.
"I wonder!" she said, musingly. "And is—is that what he's after, here, in Newcastle?"
"Something of the sort," I assented. "At
