The bank-book, letters, and change he laid away in his father's desk, but the cigars and the tablets of gum, together with the crumpled pocket-handkerchief that he found on another part of the dressing-case, he put into the Old Gentleman's hat, which he had hidden on the top shelf of his clothes closet.

The watch he hung upon a little brass thermometer that always stood on his centre table.

He even wound up the watch with the resolve never to let it run down so long as he should live.
The keys, however, disturbed him, and he kept changing them from one hand to the other, looking at them very thoughtfully.

They suggested to him the inquiry as to whether or no his father had made a will, and how much money he, Vandover, could now command.

One of the keys was a long brass key.