“Yes. There were two chisels, a pointed crowbar, or ‘jimmy,’ a pair of fine steel pliers, and an automatic revolver.” “I wonder whether they are in his trunk now?” “No, sir. I have looked in it, and there is nothing but the ordinary clothing, and not much of that.” “He is in his regular livery, is he?” “No, sir. He never wears that when he goes out on his private business. Even the trousers he changes, although there is nothing distinctive about them except a blue stripe down the outside of each leg, which would hardly be seen at night, anyhow.” “How did you open the trunk? Wasn’t it locked?” “No. And that is where I look upon Jason as a man of particular cunning,” replied Phillips. “He must have found out that I had been examining his belongings--or suspected it. So he had shut down the trunk, without locking it, and put some of his clothes on top. That would enable him to see if I disturbed anything.” “Not if you put them back the same way,” suggested Nick. “You could do that, couldn’t you?” “I tried. But Jason is a cunning rascal, I’m afraid, and he would be pretty sure to see that some one had been at his trunk.” “If you think he is dishonest, why do you keep him here? Mr. Joyal--the prince--would allow you to discharge him if you thought it well to do so, wouldn’t he?” “Yes. But I want to keep Jason till I can catch him in the act. Then I may find out several things that are distressing me. Mr.--er--Joyal has missed some valuable property, and we think Jason is the man who took it.” “What kind of property?” Phillips looked from side to side, as if to make sure no one should overhear. Then he whispered: “The Seal of Gijon is gone.” “I have heard of it,” answered the detective. “It is a jeweled watch, with a diamond-mounted fob.” “That’s it, sir,” nodded Phillips. “The prince--I mean, Mr. Joyal--lost it several days ago. He is very anxious about it.” “Does he suspect Jason?” “No, sir. There would have been no use in telling him that Jason was acting peculiarly until I had proof.” “What theory have you of the disappearance of Mr. Joyal?” asked the detective, changing the subject abruptly. “None at all, sir. I can’t account for it.” “Well, you keep a close watch around Crownledge. I may be back here this evening.” “I hope you will find Mr. Joyal.” “I will try,” returned Nick, as he went out of the room, with Claudia by his side. They walked to the front porch together. When Nick Carter had thrown a glance around, to make sure they were not followed, and that no one could overhear, he said to the girl, in a low tone: “I wish you would stay at Crownledge for the remainder of the day, if you can. Keep a watchful eye on everything. It may be that Marcos has gone out for something that he thinks he should attend to promptly in his own person, and that my assistant has gone with him as a sort of bodyguard.” Claudia shook her head incredulously.