'See you yon iron-bound chest in the corner ?' 'What of it ?' 'It is two thirds full of gold, which this worthy gentleman hath manufactured.' 'How know you that ?' I asked incredulously.
'When you did strike the door panel with the hilt of your sword, as though you would drive it in, you may have heard some scuttling about, and the turning of a lock.

Well, thanks to my inches, I was able to look through yon slit in the wall, and I saw our friend throw something into the chest with a chink, and then lock it.

It was but a glance at the contents, yet I could swear that that dull yellow light could come from no metal but gold.

Let us see if it be indeed locked.' Rising from his seat he walked over to the box and pulled vigorously at the lid.
'Forbear, Saxon, forbear!' I cried angrily.

'What would our host say, should he come upon you ?' 'Nay, then, he should not keep such things beneath his roof.