Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked.
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