There was the gun case.

He drew it forth and took out the gun, not, however, without a twist of his nerves.
Four millions of crowns, a woman's love, the fall of one dynasty and the rise of another, all wadded in those innocent looking gun barrels! He hesitated for a space, then unlocked the breech and held the tubes toward the window.

There was nothing in the barrels, nothing but the golden sunlight, which glinted along the polished steel..