"Whew!" whistled Harry. "In how much?" "Thirty thousand pounds!" wailed Russell, in a voice of despair. Another prolonged whistle was the result of this information. "It's no use making it a secret to you," continued Russell. "I'll be searched, I suppose, and the bonds'll be taken." "I'll tell you what to do," said Harry: "let me take care of them." Russell shook his head. "N-no; you'll be searched too. They'll be no safer." "Well, then, hide them in this room somewhere." "I don't know where to hide them," said Russell, dolefully; "besides, we may be taken to another room, and so it's no use hiding them here. I've been thinking of sewing them up inside the lining of my coat, only I haven't any needle and thread to sew with. Oh, if Mrs. Russell were here! I didn't think of this. I'd get her to stitch them inside my coat to-night. And now I don't know what to do. If it weren't for these bonds I should feel safe enough. But the amount is so e-normous!" "Are they registered?" "Oh no. I don't believe they register bonds in this miserable country, or do anything but steal them," groaned Russell. "I suppose they'll overhaul us all to-morrow." "Very likely." "Can you think of any way by which I can hide these bonds?" Harry shook his head. At the same moment there occurred to him what Ashby had told him about certain Spanish bonds. If Ashby was right, then this must be the very money which belonged to Katie, and which, according to Ashby, Russell was trying to get hold of for himself. From this point of view it suddenly assumed an immense interest in his eyes, and drove away the thought of every other thing. Even the fire was now forgotten, and the bench was not desecrated by the knife. "See here; I'll tell you what to do," said Harry, thoughtfully and earnestly. "The very worst thing that you can do is to carry all that money about with you, on your own person, mind that. You'll be searched, of course. To stitch them in your clothes is absurd. These people will examine every square inch of all your clothes, including your shirt-collar, your pocket-handkerchief, your silk hat, and your boots. They'd find the smallest fragment of a bit of paper, even if you had it hidden inside your bootlaces. Now, I'll tell you what you'll have to do. You'll have to get rid of that money of yours." "Bub-bub-bub-but how?" stammered Russell, in fresh consternation. "How? Why, hide it." "Where?" "Somewhere about here--and soon too--before you go to sleep." "But suppose I am tit-tit-taken away, and don't come back again?"