shilling on a book rather than on beef and bread, looked admiringly at
this fine specimen of the binder's art as he turned it over.

"That's solid gold, isn't it?" he asked as he unfastened the clasp. "You
know."

"Solid gold it is, mister--and no error," assented Melky. "Now, what's
inside? It ain't no blooming account-book, I'll bet!"

Lauriston opened the volume, to reveal leaves of old vellum, covered with
beautiful fine writing. He had sufficient knowledge of foreign languages
to know what he was looking at.

"That's Spanish!" he said. "An old Spanish manuscript--and I should say
it's worth a rare lot of money. How could it have come here?"

Melky took the old volume out of Lauriston's hands, and put it away in a
corner cupboard.

"Ah, just so, mister!" he said. "But we'll keep that question to
ourselves--for awhile. Don't you say nothing to the police about that
there old book--I'll give Zillah the tip. More hangs round that than we
know of yet. Now look here!--there'll be the opening of the inquest
tomorrow. You be careful! Take my tip and don't let 'em get more out of
you than's necessary. I'll go along with you. I'm going to stop here
tonight--watch-dog, you know. Mrs. Goldmark and another friend's going to
be here as well, so Zillah'll have company. And I say, Zillah wants a word
with you--stop here, and I'll send her down."

Lauriston presently found himself alone with Zillah in the little parlour.