Across the end there was a shelf.

On it was a candlestick, with a half-burned candle in it, a pie pan with some mouldy crumbs, crusts, bones in it, and a tin can.

Leon picked up the can and looked in.

I could see too.
It had been used for water or coffee, as the plate had for food, once, but now it was stuffed full of money.

I saw Leon pull some out and then shove it back, and he came to the door white as could be, shut it behind him and began to push at the stone.