have brought you something which is worth all the news in the world. I have brought you a fortune.'
She glanced at the iron box.
'Is that the treasure then?' she asked, coolly enough.
'Yes, this is the great Agra treasure. Half of it is yours and half is Thaddeus Sholto's. You will have a couple of hundred thousand each. Think of that! An annuity of ten thousand pounds. There will be few richer young ladies in England. Is it not glorious?'
I think that I must have been rather overacting my delight, and that she detected a hollow ring in my congratulations, for I saw her eyebrows rise a little, and she glanced at me curiously.
'If I have it,' said she, 'I owe it to you.'
'No, no,' I answered, 'not to me, but to my friend Sherlock Holmes. With all the
