For the moment the two men forgot everything but their curiosity, and both looked anxiously inside. Every shelf and pigeon-hole was rummaged, but there was nothing but letters and documents. There were two drawers below. The locks of these had to be picked. In the last one the burglar pounced on a bag of money and some notes. "Got 'im!" he cried triumphantly. "What?" "Two 'underd an' fifty quid. 'E gets it on the fust of ev'ry month to pay 'is washin' bill." "How did you know that?" "From a pal at the bank. I've 'ad this in my eye for a year or more, but I've mos'ly been a-doin' time since I----" He stopped short suddenly, evidently regretting his outburst of confidence. "Now put that money back," said Mr. Hilton. "Wot for?" "Because I tell you." "Arfter all the trouble I've 'ad? No bloomin' fear." "Put it back. You shan't lose by it." "Wot d'ye mean?" "I'm looking for something myself. It isn't in the safe, but it may be in some other drawer in the room. If I find it I'll give you £250 myself." "Name o'Morgan, or am I speakin' to Lord Rothschild?" said the burglar sarcastically. "You don't 'appen to 'ave the chink on you?" "I haven't; but see, you can have this watch and chain, and my sovereign purse, and these links, and I think--yes, here's a tenner. You can have this lot till I give you the money." The burglar was impressed. "Cap'n," he said, "you've a free an' easy way in 'andlin' walubles wot soots me down to the ground. I wish we could 'ave met sooner. It would 'ave saved my ole woman many a weary six months. But wot's the need to leave the chink? S'pose we takes the bag, an' leaves the notes?" "You've got to leave the lot, William," said Mr. Hilton decisively. The burglar turned thoughtfully away from the safe. "Wot is it you're lookin' for?" he asked. "'As the guv'n'r cut you orf with a bob, an' are you a-goin' to alter the ole bloke's will?" "I'm looking for a seal." "Stuffed?" asked William, with a sportsman's interest. "No. A seal for stamping wax. It's a big one, made of silver, and about six inches across. Let's try these drawers in the desk." There were six of them. Four were open, the other two locked. It took some time to open these. They were full of legal matter. Then they turned their attention to a set below some bookshelves. While the burglar was busy with the locks Hilton turned over the papers on the desk. The first was headed, "House of Lords: Gibbins _v._ Gibbins. Judgment of Lord Ravy." Another read, "Gibbins _v._ Gibbins. Judgment of Lord McTaughtun." Beside them was the half-written judgment of the Lord Chancellor himself. Mr. Richard Hilton looked at these legal feats without interest. Mechanically he lifted the lid of the desk. A large leather case fitted exactly into the compartment below. He pulled it out. It was stamped with the royal arms. "Here. Cut this, please." The flap was cut, and Hilton drew out a richly embroidered and betasselled silk purse. He looked eagerly inside.