six inches deep. It was of rosewood, with silver corners, and the lining was of polished brass, curiously engraved. The box had contained a few odd Canadian silver coins, but that was all.
"Do you know, I would like to know the history of this box," observed Dick, as he looked it over. "As it belonged to one of those smugglers it ought to have quite a story to tell."
"It will make a nice jewel casket," put in Tom. "When you settle down with Dora, you can give it to her for her dia"
"Oh, stow that, Tom! If Dora ever does take me for a husband, it won't be for some years to come, you must know that."
"Let me take a look at the box," put in Sam. "I never got the chance to look it over carefully."
"It's odd that they should engrave it inside," went on Dick. "Especially since the outside silver corners are plain."
"Perhaps there is a secret spring hidden by the engraving," suggested Tom. "Hunt around. It may fly apart and let out a hundred thousand in diamonds."
"Don't be foolish, Tom," said Dick. "It isn't likely there is a spring."
"But there just is a spring!" exclaimed Sam who was handling the box. "Hark!"
