“Not much, sonny,” said the president promptly. “We'll hang on to this until we hear where that thorny old chump of yours has fetched up and is actin' her conundrums, and mebbe we can swap even.” “But how will we explain it to the boys?” queried Trigg. “They're waitin' outside to see it.” “There WON'T be any explanation,” said the president, in the same tone of voice in which he had ordered the door shut. “We'll just say that the statue hasn't come, which is the frozen truth; and this box only contained some silk curtain decorations we'd ordered, which is only half a lie. And,” still more firmly, “THIS SECRET DOESN'T GO OUT OF THIS ROOM, GENTLEMEN--or I ain't your president! I'm not going to let you give yourselves away to that crowd outside--you hear me? Have you ever allowed your unfettered intellect to consider what they'd say about this,--what a godsend it would be to every man we'd ever had a 'pull' on in this camp? Why, it would last 'em a whole year; we'd never hear the end of it! No, gentlemen! I prefer to live here without shootin' my fellow man, but I can't promise it if they once start this joke agin us!” There was a swift approval of this sentiment, and the five members shook hands solemnly. “Now,” said the president, “we'll just fold up that dress again, and put it with the figure in this closet”--he opened a large dressing-chest in the suite of rooms in which they stood--“and we'll each keep a key. We'll retain this room for committee purposes, so that no one need see the closet. See? Now take off the dress! Be careful there! You're not handlin' pay dirt, though it's about as expensive! Steady!” Yet it was wonderful to see the solicitude and care with which the dress was re-covered and folded in its linen wrapper. “Hold on,” exclaimed Trigg,--as the dummy was lifted into the chest,--“we haven't tried on the other dress!” “Yes! yes!” repeated the others eagerly; “there's another!” “We'll keep that for next committee meeting, gentlemen,” said the president decisively. “Lock her up, Trigg.”