The drag was brought to the surface, but carrying in its clutches an entirely different object, and one with which the young secretary was totally unfamiliar,--a somewhat rusty revolver.
Mr.Merrick's back was now towards Scott, but the latter saw him take something from his pocket which he seemed to compare with the revolver, at the same time remarking to the stranger, who was watching with an appearance of great interest, "A pretty good find, Jim, pretty good! However, we'll have another try for that box, whatever it is.

It may amount to something or it may not, but it will do no harm to make a trial." Having let down the drag once more, he glanced at the house, then at his watch, saying, "No signs of any one astir; we're all right for another hour yet." After a few more turns, Scott saw them suddenly pulling in the ropes, and once more the box appeared, rusty and covered with slime, but still familiar.

He at once sprang to his feet and sauntered carelessly down the walk, humming a tune and watching the occupants of the boat with an air of mild curiosity.

The stranger was the first to see him, and with an expression of evident disgust gave Merrick warning of his approach.

If the detective felt any annoyance he did not betray it as he turned and nodded to Scott in the most nonchalant manner possible, as though dragging the lake were an every-day occurrence.
"You've been fishing, I see," said Scott, pleasantly.