"More than those," her father's hoarse voice said quickly. "I
cannot explain to you now, my child. Didn't you know there was a
false bottom in that box?"

"A false bottom to the treasure-box, Daddy?" she cried
wonderingly. "A secret compartment."

"Oh! I didn't know--"

"No, of course not. I blame myself, my dear," he added, and she
knew that he was striving to control his voice. "Do not cry any
more. I will explain when come home."

"Oh, Daddy!"

"Are you sure you have looked carefully for the box?" and he now
spoke more moderately.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Looked everywhere?"

"Indeed I have."

"Then, daughter, by the face of the clock in front of me, I
advise you to hurry away to school. I will see what can be done.
You say Olga went away in a taxicab?"

"Yes, Daddy."