"I don't know."
"Well, then, you'll have to find out, my pretty one," he said decisively, "for it has got to be done somehow, or that gold watch we spoke of the other day will have to go to somebody else. And you know when I say a thing I mean it. Eh?"
"There is a duplicate key," she whispered shyly, ". . . to the back door, I mean."
"I thought there was," he remarked dryly. "Where is it?"
"In the next room. . . . It hangs on a nail by father's bedside."
"Go and get it, then," he said more impatiently.
"Not now," she urged. "Leopold is looking straight at you and me."
He shrugged his aristocratic shoulders.
"You are not afraid of that monkey?" he said with a laugh.
"Well, no! not exactly afraid. But he is so insanely jealous; one never knows what kind of mischief he'll get into. He told me just now that whenever father is away from home he takes his stand outside this house from nightfall till morning—watching!"