Max had come prepared for contingencies like this. Presently he softly lifted the lid of the trunk. On top it contained only clothing. Slipping his hand under this clothing, he felt an object—large and of cubical shape. Something softly clicked under his hand—and now again, as he moved his hand, something clicked. He hastily lifted the clothing without disarranging it and peered into the trunk. Then he gently reclosed the lid and fastened it.
Finally he stood up and looked carefully once more all around the room, and slowly shook his head with an air of bewilderment. Very plainly what Max had found in this room was not what he had expected. For he began now a systematic search, looking into all the corners, under and on top of everything, and in the closet—then again he went
