"As it belonged to one of those smugglers it
ought to have quite a story to tell."
"It will make a nice jewel casket," put in Tom. "When you settle down
with Dora, you can give if to her for her dia----"
"Oh, stow that, Tom! If Dora ever does take me for a husband, it won't
be for some years to come, you must know that."
"Let me take a look at the box," put in Sam. "I never got the chance to
look it over carefully."
"It's odd that they should engrave it inside," went on Dick. "Especially
since the outside silver corners are plain."
"Perhaps there is a secret spring hidden by the engraving," suggested
Tom. "Hunt around. It may fly apart and let out a hundred thousand in
diamonds."
"Don't be foolish, Tom," said Dick. "It isn't likely there is a spring."
"But there just is a spring!" exclaimed Sam, who was handling the box.
"Hark!"
He ran his finger nail over a spot on one side of the box, and there
followed a tiny click. Then he ran his finger nail back, and there was
another click.
"Hurrah! Sam has solved the mystery of the sphinx!" cried Tom.
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