At last he rose and went to a corner of the workshop in which stood a heavily ironed box.

Marzio fumbled in his pocket till he found a key, bright from always being carried about with him, and contrasting oddly with the rusty lock into which he thrust it.

It turned with difficulty in his nervous fingers, and he raised the heavy lid.

The coffer was full of packages wrapped in brown paper.

He removed one after another till he came to a wooden case which filled the whole length and breadth of the safe.