Why, here it is!" We hadn't noticed it; yet there it lay, right where Satan stood when he began to melt--if he did melt and it wasn't a delusion.

Father Peter picked it up and looked very much surprised.
"It is mine," he said, "but not the contents.

This is fat; mine was flat; mine was light; this is heavy." He opened it; it was stuffed as full as it could hold with gold coins.

He let us gaze our fill; and of course we did gaze, for we had never seen so much money at one time before.

All our mouths came open to say "Satan did it!" but nothing came out.