Never must they go out of my hands.

And, I can write a sealed letter for Douglas, to be opened by him alone, if I should be called away.

I can put it in the bank, and take a receipt and send the boy the receipt.

But, no human being must know that I have them." He tottered away to his sleep murmuring, "But safer still, to turn them into yellow gold.

There's a deal of them.