After a moment's fumbling he turned with a smile.
"All safe, sir." Uncle John and his nieces were visibly relieved.
"You see," continued Arthur, "I've invented a clever hiding-place, because the satchel could not be left alone and I didn't wish to lug it with me every step I took.

So I placed the packages of bills inside the leg of a pair of trousers, and put them in a drawer with some other clothing at top and bottom.

A dozen people might rummage in that drawer without suspecting the fact that money is hidden there.

I've come to believe the place is as good as a bank; but you startled me for a minute, with your question.

What's wrong ?" "Tato's gone." "Gone!" "Departed bag and baggage." "But your fifty thousand, sir.