arrival. You see the drawer is well filled with papers, Mr. Baxter; do you generally have it that way?" he asked.
"Why, yes, usually so," came the ready reply; "but why do you ask that, Frank?"
"I was thinking that possibly the paper might have caught when you pulled the drawer open just now. In that case it would have fallen down behind, or underneath. Suppose you let me see, sir?"
Frank immediately got down on his knees. It was the work of a second to pull the lower drawer completely out, leaving a yawning cavity, into which he thrust his arm, while the others watched with deep interest.
"I feel something—there, is that your document, sir?" and Frank handed over the rustling paper he had drawn forth.
"As sure as you live. Well, it seems as though I'm always going to be indebted to you boys for favors. But what are you after now, Frank?" for again was the other reaching in the cavity.
"I thought I felt something else in there, sir. You see there's qijite a vacancy between the bottom of the drawer and the base board of the desk," and even while he was speaking Frank drew forth another object, which he passed over to the hands of the old farmer, which were visibly trembling as
