"She didn't see?" asked Eugene.
"No."
"Thank God!" he cried. Then in a moment, recollecting himself, he looked at the two men, and saw what he had done. They tried to look as if they noticed nothing.
"You must destroy that thing, Morewood," said he.
Morewood's face was a study.
"I would as soon," he said deliberately, "cut off my right hand."
"I'll give you a thousand pounds for it," said Eugene.
"What would you do with it?"
"Burn it."
"Then you shouldn't have it for ten thousand."