No one knows it besides you and me.

I will give you a week in which to send back the rest." G.Field Catherwood was recovering his nerve.

He was furious with himself that he had been so completely knocked out.
"Suppose I don't choose to return it, what then ?" "It will be ten years or more in State prison." "Bah! you will have a sweet time proving anything against me." "I have a witness at hand." "W-w-what!" "_Give me the word and I'll have the nippers on him before you can say Jack Robinson_." The detective, without rising to his feet or allowing himself to be seen, uttered these words in such a sepulchral tone that they almost lifted the hair on the head of the criminal.

He started, and stared affrightedly back in the gloom.
"What do you say ?" asked the merchant.
"It's all right; it's all right.

I'll send it to you as soon as I can get back to the city.