Frank was slowly refolding the papers, and replacing them in the envelope.
"I don't believe that's it," she said, meditatively. "I believe he is trying me—making this a test!"
She carefully moistened the gum and resealed the envelope, so that it bore no trace of having revealed its contents. She stood gazing at her husband with studious and unseeing eyes.
"If he comes back I'll know that I am right," she cried, with sudden conviction. "If he finds that I am still here, and that his packet is still intact and safe, he'll do what he wants to do. And that is, he'll trust me with the whole of his securities!"
She quenched the alcohol flame and replaced the lamp in its case.
"If he comes back," mocked Durkin. "Do you know what you and I ought to be doing, at this moment? We ought to be following that man every step he takes."
"But where?" She shook her head, slowly, in dissent.
"That's for us to find out. But can't you feel that he's left us in the lurch, that we're shut up here, while he's giving us the laugh and getting away?"
"Jim, listen to me. During this past week I've seen more of Keenan than you have."
"Yes, a vast sight more!" he interjected, heatedly.