Look into the box; nothing.

Take out your book and follow me closely," he continued, dividing the traveling bag into halves, and he began to enumerate the contents.
"But, Monsieur!" remonstrated the inspector, who did not enjoy this infringement of his prerogatives; his was the part to overhaul.

"This is--" "Be still and follow me," and the Englishman went on with the inventory.

"There!" when he had done, "not a dutiable thing except this German-Scotch whisky, and that is so bad that I give it to you rather than pay duty.

What next?
My passports?
Here they are, absolutely flawless, vised by the authorities in Vienna." The slips crackled in the fluttering fingers of the inspector.