The door of the forward locker was so disposed that, if one were lying on the berth with his head forward, the door could not be opened without its coming in contact with his head. Therefore, the sound, if it came from within the locker, would be immediately in the ears of any one occupying the berth. Holding a lantern in one hand, Henry Burns opened the door of the locker and looked within. There was no sign of anything alive there. “We gave this cabin a pretty good overhauling before, after that treasure,” said Harvey. “It looks just the same now as it did.” “Well, it must be underneath, then,” said Henry Burns. “Yes, and we looked there, too,” said Harvey. “Well, we’ll do the job more thoroughly, this time,” replied Henry Burns. “Hand me one of those candles, and I’ll look underneath.” So saying, he set down his lantern, and pulled out one of the drawers directly underneath the berth where he had lain. As he did so, he gave an exclamation of surprise. “What is it?” asked Harvey, appearing with the candle. “I think we’re on the right track,” said Henry Burns. “Look, there’s where the witches get through.” Close to the cabin floor, where a support of the cabin roof came down, a few inches below the lower edge of the drawer, was a small hole, large enough to admit of a mouse. “That looks like the front door, sure enough,” said Harvey. They looked within the drawer, but there was no sign of occupancy there. “We’ll take the drawer completely out,” said Henry Burns. “I don’t believe we did that, before. Perhaps it doesn’t fill the entire space.” “All right, I’ll take the other one out, too,” responded Harvey. “We’ll look behind both.” He drew the drawer out and set it down on the cabin floor. Henry Burns pulled out the drawer he had been examining, and set it down on top of the other. Then, as he glanced at them by the light of the candle which he held, he said, abruptly: “Look there, Jack. We’ve found it. As sure as you live, this drawer is six or seven inches shorter than the other. There’s a chamber behind it. Say, you don’t suppose—” Henry Burns did not conclude his sentence. Instead, he got down on hands and knees, held the candle under the berth, and peered within. As he did so, he uttered a cry of triumph. “Here, Jack, look inside,” he said, hastily, withdrawing his head, and handing the candle to his companion. Harvey ducked his head, and peered within. What he saw, in the chamber behind the space taken up by the drawer, was a little boxlike object, fastened in some manner to the under side of the bottom of the locker. Harvey, in turn, handed the candle over to Henry Burns. “Here,” he said. “You found it. It’s your right to have the first look at whatever is there.” Henry Burns, as near the point of actual excitement as he ever got, took the candle, eagerly, and looked again. The boxlike object was clearly a drawer of some sort, for, on closer scrutiny, there was revealed a tiny knob by which it might be drawn out.