Call it twaddle; probably is; and yet I have reason to believe that there's something to the superstition." Burlingame sniffed.
"I can prove it," Cutty declared.

"I held those drums in my hands one day.

I carried them to a window the better to observe them.

On my return to the hotel I was knocked down by a horse and laid up in bed for a week.

That same night someone tried to kill the man who showed me the emeralds.