looked at the thing as if wondering how two men had ever been equal to it.
"'Twould be brickybac," said Cassidy genially.
"That there hall's choked with dust," said the expressman with seeming irrelevance.
"I noticed it meself," said Cassidy.
"Clogged me throat up fur fair," continued the expressman huskily.
"Pay the men liberally and let them be on their way," said Balthasar. Bean pressed money upon both and they departed.
"You couldn't get me to do it again for twice the money," said Balthasar; "the nervous strain I've been under. A custom-house detective was on our trail, but one of my men took care of him—at a dark corner."
Bean shuddered.
"They didn't"
"Oh, nothing serious. He'll be as well as ever in a few days. Got a hatchet." He gestured significantly toward the crate.
But this was too precipitate for Bean. He could not disinter himself—it seemed like that—under the eyes of Balthasar.
"Not now! Not now! You've done your part—here!" He passed Balthasar the check he had written earlier in the evening.
"I'll leave you, then," said the professor. "But one thing, don't handle it much. It might disintegrate. I bid you farewell, my young friend."
Bean, at the door, listened to his descending
