When he returned he placed two books side by side and stood them on edge so that he might clasp both between his bony fingers.

One was the Bible, the other the Book of the Mormons.

In a cracked, excited voice he repeated the strenuous oath improvised by Captain Plum.
"Now," said Captain Plum, distributing the gold pieces among his pockets, "I'll take that package." This time the old man was gone for several minutes.

When he returned he placed a small package tightly bound and sealed into his companion's hand.
"More precious than your life, more priceless than gold," he whispered tensely, "yet worthless to all but the one to whom it is to be delivered." There were no marks on the package.
"And who is that ?" asked Captain Plum.
The old man came so close that his breath fell hot upon the young man's cheek.

He lifted a hand as though to ward sound from the very walls that closed them in.
"Franklin Pierce, President of the United States of America!".