She hesitated, turned back to the side-table, paused before the various articles laid out there, took up and fingered two or three, and suddenly wheeled round on the men, exhibiting a quilted handkerchief case.
"There's something been sewn into the padding of this!" she said.

"I can feel it.

Can any one lend me pocket-scissors or a penknife ?" The men gathered round as Celia's deft fingers ripped open the satin covering: a moment later she drew out a wad of folded paper and handed it to the chief.

Fullaway and Allerdyke craned their necks over his shoulders as he unwrapped and spread the bits of paper out before them.
And it was Fullaway who broke the silence with a sharp exclamation.
"Bank-notes!" he said.

"Russian bank-notes! And new ones!".