He sort
of nodded, so I took out a wonderful gold snuff-box with the picture
of a gorgeous French lady and a big letter 'N' engraved on it and held
it up. His eyes almost popped out, but he managed to sit still. Then I
showed him a magnificent gold watch, a couple of rings set with rubies
and diamonds and--"
"How did you get them?" cried David, his eyes wide with amazement. "I
remember them. They once belonged to my father. My grandfather gave
them to me a few weeks before he was killed. But--but I did not have
time to get them that night. They were left--"
"Right where you put 'em," said Dick coolly." In the secret drawer of
that old wardrobe in your room. Kid, you've got an awful memory. Don't
you recollect tellin' me they were there and that you'd give anything
in the world to have your father's watch, your mother's rings and your
great grandfather's snuff-box that had belonged to Napoleon Bonaparte?
Well, I just went in and got 'em for you, that's all."
"A regular magician, by cricky!" gasped Joey.
"Don't interrupt, Joey," commanded Dick, vastly pleased with himself.
His audience was fairly hanging on his words.
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