One of the traveling bags was slit open with a sharp pocket-knife the bully carried and the contents emptied on one of the beds.
"Not much that I want," muttered Dan Baxter, as he gazed at the collection.

Then a jewel case caught his eye and he opened it.

"A diamond stud and a diamond scarf pin! Not so bad, after all!" And he transferred the jewelry to his pocket.
A second later he came upon a bunch of keys.

They proved to belong to the trunks and bags, and soon he had the trunks open and the contents scattered in all directions.

Then he went down on his knees, examining everything brought to light.
It must be confessed that he was in a fever of excitement.