And do you say that you two women have carried these priceless things tacked in your cloaks, which, as I have seen, you throw down here and there and leave behind you?
Oh, fools, fools, even among women incomparable fools! Fellow-travellers with Dr.Legh also, who would rob a baby of its bauble." "Fools or no," exclaimed Emlyn tartly, "we have got them safe enough after they have run some risks, as I pray that you may keep them, Cousin Smith." Old Jacob threw a cloth over the gems, and slowly transferred them to his pocket.
"This is an upper floor," he explained, "and the door is locked, yet some one might put a ladder up to the window.

Were I in the street I should know by the glitter in the light that there were precious things here.

Stay, they are not safe in my pocket even for an hour," and going to the wall he did something to a panel in the wainscot causing it to open and reveal a space behind it where lay sundry wrapped-up parcels, among which he placed, not all, but a portion of the gems.

Then he went to other panels that opened likewise, showing more parcels, and in the holes behind these he distributed the rest of the treasure.
"There, foolish women," he said, "since you have trusted me, I will trust you.

You have seen my big strong-boxes in my office, and doubtless thought I keep all my little wares there.