But things like that poison me! Let's see the rest of the house." They went again through Ian's room.

Coming to a fine carved ambry, he hesitated, then stood still.

"I'm going to show you something else! I show it to you because I trust you.

It's like your telling me about your making gold out of lead." He opened a door of the ambry, pulled out a drawer, and, pressing some spring, revealed a narrow, secret shelf.

His hand went into the dimness and came out bearing a silver goblet.