"True--there might.

Here goes, then--we'll look through them systematically." In addition to the half-dozen boxes full of prime Havana cigars, which lay at the top of the chest, there were quite a dozen of similar boxes, emptied of cigars and literally packed full of the curiosities of which Mr.Lindsey had just spoken.

He had turned out, and carefully replaced, the contents of three or four of these, when, at the bottom of one, filled with old coins, which, he said, were Mexican and Peruvian, and probably of great interest to collectors, he came across a paper, folded and endorsed in bold letters.

And he let out an exclamation as he took this paper out and pointed us to the endorsement.
"Do you see that ?" said he.

"It's the man's will!" The endorsement was plain enough--My will: _James Gilverthwaite_.