“I invariably brought it to him in the same denominations. Two hundred in five dollar bills, two hundred in ones, and a hundred in silver coins.”
“In paper rolls?”
“Yes; it may have been injudicious to keep so large a sum in his desk drawer, but he always did. Though, to be sure, he often paid out a great deal of it at once. Sometimes he would cash checks for some one or give some to the poor.”
“Drawer never locked?”
“Always locked. But both the Doctor and I carried a key. He was not so suspicious of me as you are, Mr. Morton.” The speaker gave his cold smile.
“And as to the ruby pin, Mr. Lockwood?” Morton went on. “Are you willing we should search your effects?”
Lockwood started and for a moment he almost lost his equipoise.
“I am not willing,” he said, after an instant’s pause, “but if you say it is necessary, I suppose I shall have to submit.”
Morton looked at him uneasily. He had no appearance of a criminal, he looked too proud and haughty to be a culprit, yet might that not be sheer bravado?
Discontinuing the conversation, Morton turned his attention to the table in the window in the hall where the secretary so often sat.