"As you're next of kin there oughtn't to be much difficulty, and I'll hurry matters up for you as quickly as possible.

What I want this morning is for you to see all there is in this chest; he seems to have had no other belongings than this and his clothes--here at Mrs.Moneylaws', at any rate.

And as you see, beyond the money, there's little else in the chest but cigars, and box after box of curiosities that he's evidently picked up in his travels--coins, shells, ornaments, all sorts of queer things--some of 'em no doubt of value.

But no papers--no letters--no documents of any sort." A notion suddenly occurred to me.
"Mr.Lindsey," said I, "you never turned out the contents of any of these smaller boxes the other night.

There might be papers in one or other of them." "Good notion, Hugh, my lad!" he exclaimed.