Excerpt: ... took off the paper. The pot was filled to the brim with gold coins. Hildebrand blew out his candle and went up. The cook stopped him at the top of the cellar stairs. 'What's that you got there, Master Hildy? Pickles, I lay my boots, ' she said. 'It's not, ' said he. Pg 189 'Let me look, ' said she. 'Let me alone, ' said Hildebrand. 'Not me, ' said the cook. She had her hand on the brown paper. Hildebrand had heard how treasure-trove has to be given up to Government, and he did not trust the cook. 'You'd better not, ' he said quickly; 'it's not what you think it is.' 'What is it, then?'