He paused half a minute and then taking a paper from his pocket tossed it to me with a laugh.
"Here's the key. How do you read it?" he asked, lightly.
It was indeed the key, and the instant my eyes fell on it I saw everything.
It was the permit found on Olga.
The game was up; but I wouldn't play the craven.
I tossed it back to him and laughed, a more natural and mirthful laugh than his, though I scented death in the air.
"I understand it pretty well," I said, as lightly as he had spoken. "But if you don't mind I think I'll keep my own counsel."
"You know what it means?" he asked.
"To me?" He nodded. "I can guess," I said.
"And to her?"