"You're not going to get anything out of me!" he said. "I've said my say already, and I've been warned against such as you." Then he assumed a sneering look and tone. "Old copper articles!" he flung at me. "You should think shame of yourself coming in on a man with false excuses like that!"
I saw now that there was something, and I gave him a thrust that was intended to go right home.
"Copper is a good word!" said I. "And I wonder if you've ever seen or handled an old copper box, a few inches square, with a coat-of-arms engraved on it, and an unusual motto beneath that? Come, now!"
He stood straight up at that, and I knew that he had seen such a thing, and that the two men who had just gone had been at him about it. And having made this discovery, and without another word, I turned on my heel and went swiftly out of the shop, leaving him staring after me.
But if he was bewildered, so was I. What on earth was all this mystery, plainly centring round Parslewe and his copper box? I had walked up the street, turned a corner, and
