"Well, what did you do about the dress-suit case, Jerry?" asked
Flockley with a sharp look at his crony.

"Returned it, as you know," was the answer, and Jerry winked
suggestively.

"I'd have flung the bag in the river before I would give it to such a
chap as Tom Rover," growled Larkspur.

"You trust me, Larky, old boy," answered Jerry Koswell. "I know what
I'm doing."

"Humph!"

"I said I returned the case, but I didn't say I returned all that was
in it."

"What do you mean by that?" demanded Flockley. "If you've got a
secret, out with it."

Koswell looked around to make certain that no outsider was near.

"I kept a few things out of the bag--some things that had Tom Rover's
name or his initials on them."

"And you are going to--" went on Flockley.

"I am going to use 'em some day, when I get the chance."