Chapter XXI
THE MENACE OF THE SLAVE QUARTERS
Molly came forward and knelt with them over the volumes from which an academic odour of stale leather arose.
“Yes,” Miller said, “we must run through every one of these books.”
For long periods they worked without reward, but occasionally a book would disclose a cunningly scooped nest sheltering some costly setting of rich stones. When the last one had been examined they arranged their discoveries on the table. Morgan, doubtless, had often set them so to gloat over them late at night when he had fancied himself secure, while the Andersons, perhaps, were battling against the manifestations of the coquina house.
There were thirty pieces in all of various worth.
“I don’t know much about such things,” Anderson said. ” Molly, what do you thi
