The tin box, which had little or nothing of interest, was
unfastened.

The other locks needed very little attention. Without any
difficulty Mansus opened both. The leaf of the bureau, when let
down, formed the desk, and piled up inside was a whole mass of
letters opened and unopened, accounts, note-books and all the
paraphernalia which an untidy man collects.

Letter by letter, T. X. went through the accumulation without
finding anything to help him. Then his eye was attracted by a
small tin case thrust into one of the oblong pigeon holes at the
back of the desk. This he pulled out and opened and found a small
wad of paper wrapped in tin foil.

"Hello, hello!" said T. X., and he was pardonably exhilarated.




CHAPTER VI


A Man stood in the speckless courtyard before the Governor's house
at Dartmoor gaol. He wore the ugly livery of shame which marks
the convict. His head was clipped short, and there was two days'
growth of beard upon his haggard face. Standing with his hands
behind him, he waited for the moment when he would be ordered to
his work.