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Updated: June 13, 2025
He was dreaming of the packet of letters the letters that were so precious to Broxton Day. In the secret compartment of the lost treasure-box. In the fever of the man's brain nothing else seemed so important to him as his lost wife's letters!
She halted at last in her own room, sobbing and alarmed. The treasure-box was gone. Olga's trunk had gone. Olga herself had gone.
"Why, that is very easy enough to understand," said the good reverend man. "'Twas a treasure-box they buried!" In his agitation Mr. Jones had risen from his seat and was now stumping up and down, puffing at his empty tobacco-pipe as though it were still alight. "A treasure-box!" cried out Tom. "Aye, a treasure-box! And that was why they killed the poor black man.
Peroo nodded with bright eyes. "In a little in a little the Sahib will find that he thinks well again. I too will " He dived into his treasure-box, resettled the rain-coat over his head, and squatted down to watch the boats. It was too dark now to see beyond the first pier, and the night seemed to have given the river new strength. Findlayson stood with his chin on his chest, thinking.
He had gone upstairs to the storeroom for Olga's trunk to the very room in which Janice had last seen the treasure-box. It might be that the driver was the person guilty of taking the box. Olga might know nothing about it. Yet her disappearance without informing her friends of her intention to leave Greensboro looked suspicious. Mr. Day had to search further. He had two other persons to discover.
It was the treasure-box, sure enough, occupying a snug little cavern, along with an empty powder-keg, a couple of guns in leather cases, two or three pairs of old moccasins, a leather belt, and some other rubbish well soaked with the water-drip. "Got it at last!" said Huck, ploughing among the tarnished coins with his hand. "My, but we're rich, Tom!" "Huck, I always reckoned we'd get it.
Did you find out anything more about Olga and where she went?" the young girl cried as soon as she saw Broxton Day. "I guess I have found nothing of importance," said her father, shaking his head gravely. "Oh, my dear! Nothing?" "Nothing that explains where the treasure-box went to, Janice," he said. "Nor much that explains any other part of the mystery." "But the telephone number?
She had taken the miniature out of the treasure-box and was looking with dimming eyes at it by the window when, shifting her glance, she had seen Arlo Weeks, Junior, crossing the street. This was her mother when she was a girl! What a sweet, demure face it was. Janice did not realize that much of the expression of the countenance in this miniature was visualized in the flesh in her own face.
She had never been regardless of important matters; that was why daddy had not even warned her to be careful of the treasure-box. He assumed that she would consider its precious contents and guard it accordingly. Why! He had not even mentioned it this morning, he had been so confident of her good sense.
"Now you see all of me!" said Janice brightly, trying to put the trouble of the lost treasure-box behind her. Her eyelids were just a little red, and she took one more long, sobbing breath. But Stella was so very much interested in her own affairs that she noticed nothing at all strange about her friend. "Oh, Janice!" Stella said, "I'm to have a birthday party.
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