"Essenden!"
Her voice crisped into the silence that had fallen upon the room with Simon Templar's exit; and Essenden started.
"The Saint has been gone a long time," said the girl — quietly and sufficiently.
"He may have met with some difficulty—"
"Or he may have met with some — accident."
The sentence was an accusation, and she was watching Essenden closely, but his face betrayed nothing.
"The slab in front of the safe may have stuck—"
"Then we'll go and help him to open it."
Essenden's eyes evaded her searching scrutiny.
"I don't see—"