'Yes, in my safe,' he admitted, 'but no one else has an idea of the combination.'
'Combination!' she scoffed. 'Niko Komashi, too! Tell me, are these papers political which you have inside that safe?'
'In a measure, yes!' he assented.
They had reached the street in which his rooms were situated.
'There is no light in my room,' he said, as they ascended the stairs. 'Niko must have done his work and gone home.'
'Yes,' she murmured, 'he has done his work, without a doubt. He has a knack of doing that.'
Lavendale produced his latch-key. The rooms appeared to be empty and in darkness. In the sitting-room he unlocked his safe and peered in. One by one he examined his papers. Everything was in perfect order. He turned back to his companion.
'Nothing has been disturbed,' he announced confidently.
She came over towards him, put her head for a moment inside the safe and immediately withdrew it.
'Niko has been through these papers during your absence,' she declared. 'If everything is there, it is because he had no need to steal. He has examined or made copies of what he chose.'