“I had achieved more than I had known with my desperate rummaging. While I was filling my hat with impromptu missiles, I had been close to a sort of alcove beyond the kitchen fireplace. This was where the iron stove had stood with its flue pipe running into the main chimney. The stove was still there, as I have said, but lying askew and on its side. In its fall, it had crushed a small wooden chest made of mahogany reinforced with brass. The wreckage had been either beneath the stove or concealed... between it and the wall behind. There was no time for questions or explanations. Wintour desired me to help him prise the stove away from what was left of the chest. With two of us and the assistance of a broken rafter as a lever, it was the work of a moment. That done, I kept watch while he picked through the remains. The chest had contained a number of drawers, some of which were lined with velvet, which he examined with particular attention. All this time, I waited for our enemies to attack. But nothing happened.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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