Josie moved along the same road on which they came, but Stephen put his hand on her shoulder.
- What are you going to do?
- Open the box, of course - answered the girl and held out her hand to take it from Stephen.
- But this is not the right place.
Josie shrugged.
- We go to a shelter. There us no one will see. - The girl smiled. - By the way, Mady said that there lived the most skilled urban thieves who have corrected and threw their craft. I think they can easily open this lock.
- Thieves. Great, - muttered Stephen.
Five minutes later, Josie crossed the threshold of the orphanage. In one of the doorways's head Madie.
- Oh, you're back. Not help if I set the table?
- Only not right now, Madie! We found something ... a box. There is a quiet place, where we could more closely examine it?
Behind Madie came Ashley.
- We? Oh, you came back with Lord Uestmanom.
Westman took off his hat and put it under his arm. He behaved remarkably patient. Thus, at least, it seemed.
- Can you go into the office - offered Madie. - So you do not want to help me? This is a great way to prove that you are really healed.
Westman forced a smile. Josie sighed.
- Stop agitate us to become members of your charity.
Madie remained adamant.
- Yes, and another thing. - Josie realized how inappropriate her request, but she had no choice. - Can you send us one of the children, held at Finnegan's gang? We can not open the casket.
Madie pursed her lips.
- Charitable Society does not like when kids remind ...
- I know. I never ask anything of the sort! - Josie cried. - I'll explain that box belongs to me, but I can not open it. After all, if it is mine, in our actions there is nothing terrible, right?
- Good. We'll call Johnny.
- Thank you!
Josie Westman led the study, and Ashley slipped inside before the cousin managed to close the door. Josie eyes gave Ashley to understand that he wants to stay with Uestmanom alone.
- I just have a look at the casket - said Ashley and added in a whisper: - I did not steal your lover.
- It is not my beau - Josie hissed.
Ashley laughed.
- Actually, I'm here - Westman said, sitting on a chair.
- A gentleman would not listen, - said Josie. She lit a lamp and put the casket on a small table.
Ashley came closer, looking at the casket.
- And what's so special? - She asked.
- The box belonged to my grandfather - Westman said, glancing at Josie.
- It may be the key to the treasure - explained Josie and turned to Stephen: - Ashley knows about the card. But she was alone.
Westman nodded.