"You have the key?"
"Yes. It's in my bag." She opened her bag and produced a flat key. "Here it is."
"Has anyone else a key to this drawer?"
"No."
Grimes looked at the key critically. "H'm! A spring lock. Do you mind opening this drawer?"
"Why should I open it? It's my private drawer." Betty thought of her Marcus Aurelius and Bob's precious letter. Why should these sacred things be dragged out by this vulgar detective?
"Oh, it's your private drawer, is it? Just the same, I must ask you to open it, Miss Thompson."
"Very well," yielded the girl. "There!" She put the key in the lock and turned it while Grimes watched her keenly.
"Now if your lordship will look in this drawer?" he said.
"Certainly," bowed the prelate, and he pulled out the drawer to its full length, then started back with a cry of amazement. "Good heavens!" He drew forth a bundle of folded banknotes. "It's the stolen money," he declared. "The exact amount! The identical notes! Five thousand pounds!"