"Of course I can't give exact figures," he said, "but I value the
jewelry at about twelve hundred dollars."

Rodney looked surprised.

"I didn't think it so valuable," he said.

"I don't mean that you could sell it for so much, but if you wish to
dispose of it I will venture to give you eleven hundred."

"Thank you. If I decide to sell I will certainly come to you."

"Now," said the agent, "I advise you on the whole to store the casket
with Tiffany."

"Shall I have to pay storage in advance?" asked Rodney anxiously.

"I think not. The value of the jewels will be a sufficient guarantee
that storage will be paid."

Rodney accompanied Adin Woods to the great jewelry store on the corner
of Fifteenth Street and Union Square, and soon transacted his business.

"Now, you won't have any anxiety as to the safety of the casket," said
the agent. "Your friend of the train will find it difficult to get hold
of the jewels. Now I shall have to leave you, as I have some business to
attend to. We will meet at supper."

Rodney decided to call at the office of his late guardian, Benjamin